waking next to you

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Oh God! I love this world you made for us!

I love the way that you have chosen too,

to give all of these pleasures, knowing lust 

could make each one our god, instead of you.

And then on top of that, you hung around,

to bless us with such blessings that we've got,

and see if we would deign to touch the ground

of being, and becoming, a true god.

To hope that you might be around to help,

as fathers, mothers often do, when love

is in their hearts towards their little whelp.

[Why, even with the beasts some instincts shove 

about the others (like for food, and sex)

in an attempt to mimic or display

these actions from your lower critters.] Next

you want that interaction, as they say,

with each one of your children, that a mum,

has when she's giving suck to her young bub,

it's intimate and pers'nal, and her young

without some milk, and loving touch and rub,

won't have much chance of ever growing well,

for human milk is best (in gen'ral) for

a human babe. [Some world-views can not tell

you that, while being true to their own core.]

Pure spir-it-u-al milk comes not from books,

but comes from you, yourself, and is for me

both food and drink that satisfies. The looks 

aren't so important. Thus this blind child sees.

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