From the sky

From the sky the rain flies

from the Heavens one to seventh

For nourishment which is enjoyment

given by the Angels

to feed teeth and those beneath

at the station for all nations

from Gods’ fresh breath

through the nothingness

all by the cycle of summer spring autumn winter

Good things come to those that won’t wither

from the call the summer thrall. Throne

from the rejecters’ hand not on any legs does He stand

Do not take only receive and not be deceived

For the Mighty One will

not through any pills. Pui

do not fear any who come near

for all are friends who comes near to stand

tough hands rough to touch

tender hands work much

for the tender touch is enough

on head and temple and ground

that the lost may finally feel that Love had found

some one such as them

that God was their friend



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