Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Pour You God

Pour You God

God needs sacred tablets 
where He can write His resplendent verse,
and I have become such a stone. 

I build canals into the cities and plains.
I run beside small villages and sing. 
I nourish the roots of stars and mankind. 
Birds fly to my shores. 

I ecstatically speak with words,
and also with the purest language - silence - 
saying in a thousand different ways
to everyone; countrymen, comets, and stars: 
"I am so full of love, bring your cup,
and I will pour you God." 

I Am, Mark Schultz

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