My Father in the heavens, I am glad
to have my body tired from acts respect-
ing this old world of yours - to learn to add,
to join in your creative love’s project.
My body and my mind are tired and ache..
that’s in a way that I could fall asleep
in any given 15 minute break.
And grateful to your spirit, I could weep
as easily as laugh and sing for joy!
To enter in, with friends around the place,
to celebrate with every girl and boy,
the ups and downs of life, as one with space
to really live, and be (- start to appear)
as I was made back there - in mind of God,
when just one cell, in womb. No hopes or fears
myself, they all were held by those who loved
me from excess of life, abundantly
showering all the goodness from above
as lights themselves, their choices help us see.
And could I please become like them myself?
I’d love for this small life to join with your
amazing bigger purposes and health,
and somehow then contribute something more
in line with where you’d like to see us get.
Suppose that’s where my list’ning must be tweaked,
to help me see, but also manifest
the good that you first saw in that first “week”.
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