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."
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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