Sometimes something fills me until my brim runs over and it explodes into a mist in which I become part of a hidden world I love so much.
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Thursday, 1 January 2015
He who fed the birds
plains where I dwell I see the fireworks of the Almighty as He replies to those of man of yesternight yet the birds have taken rest, they know Him and His
greater noise of Him is my music, my song.
blessed is the Name I call upon.
greater light He casts is my light
vibrates on the paths of the night.
the trembling under my bare feet,
is rising as I meet
sight, each sound.
skies as His power runs,
that of man to none.
breathe the pure air washed by Heaven’s tears,
all yesternight’s fears.
in the pocket of he who fed the birds was on my hand today