when i ask the new born why i love good food so, God traded places because it knows that I was asking a grown up question to the ones that hold the keys to the kingdom. Of course i was not afraid to ask the Big God; still I know the newly arrived God knows how to tell it to me straight from the heart with a squawk that I am all too familiar with already
A whole stream of events that I had somehow forgotten that I already knew was jamming my brain and i needed and wanted a natural way out of this going to and thro'
of course God is God and God knew that I would wait not for the next arrival of a squealing one who realizes that it is right back where it started. i had answers it need and it had questions that I want and God had arranged the date so it could be the link and I was it. in the skull of my being is the birth canal and the graveyard.
The rest is still being sutured
Thank you God for taking me back where I dreaded to go as your place of rest for a tired worn out body with a soul that still only knows how to wonder when it needs not wander.
A whole stream of events that I had somehow forgotten that I already knew was jamming my brain and i needed and wanted a natural way out of this going to and thro'
of course God is God and God knew that I would wait not for the next arrival of a squealing one who realizes that it is right back where it started. i had answers it need and it had questions that I want and God had arranged the date so it could be the link and I was it. in the skull of my being is the birth canal and the graveyard.
The rest is still being sutured
Thank you God for taking me back where I dreaded to go as your place of rest for a tired worn out body with a soul that still only knows how to wonder when it needs not wander.
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