(fill me - as your balloon)
Oh God you are both wise and good, and know
me well (with even hairs upon my head).
Your essence, attitude, motives that show
in all your acting and withholding, said
to be the spirit of the only God,
well of the one defining what “God” means;
the first, and primal, pioneer who’s got
defining rights, for love’s mind often teems
with possibilities that multiply
(and exponentially), till out of sight.
You can not hold it down. Well they did try!
We're talking here of light on a dark night…
It’s out before you put the lid back on,
its oscillations are too numerous
to count in one life time, and then it's gone
and as it goes, it makes more universe
and fills it up with possibilities,
keeps on allowing us to more become
in line with all your spirit’s hopes and dreams
and wishes, which when spoken don’t make numb;
or do but in such do’s communicate
the love that’s underneath on which we thrive.
The love that swallows impotence and hate,
and knows the purpose that we are alive.
And IS it too, because we are offspring
(the tiny foetal “children”) of Yahweh.
He is the reason that we truly sing,
or celebrate, or speed up, or delay*.
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