On Way. Not Stay.

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One God there is 

one God there be 

one God we’ll take.

’ll you come with me?

One God did siz-

sor cut the sea 

and thus did make 

the land to be.

He made some space,

then air to breathe.

The land gave place

for us to weave..

Old “A” & “E”

wove covers, see;

and hid, like me

to feel complete.

They wove their clothes

in garden home,

not quite disposed

to be the “gnome”.

One wove 'is 'ome

with others too,

to not just roam;

“stay put” in zoo.

One wove ‘is way

to walk with God

in work & play

was even odd:

‘E-knock, ‘e went,

& so ‘e walked;

re-sponding spent

‘is life, un-baulked.

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