The World is insane. You’re the only glue that does the job..
Hide the tube.. You’ll be squeezed lifeless
life’s grip is great
Gathering thoughts in dark places, May give dark outcomes
Sun, an embrace of light from the sky, bestowed upon thy cheek
Lest you’ve forgotten how repleteness dark fails at growth
But allows for germination
Our only Sun grinds across the sky, cheerily bringing health and flourishing
Equally, harmoniously across masses
Needing the darkness to replenish the worlds giving by light….. because
That is the cycle.
Waking us, to caress us and charges us with care…….
At rest we ingest and translate light
Which is non verbal communication
From he who has given himself for us..
Listen closer… he’s there.