The lightness you feel at the oneness he brings As you melt in his thoughts with all his allure, Nothing could match the pleasantness that rings The lightness one feels, at all things pure. A feeling that no words can ever explain Making you believe in all those assertions That indeed he is there, indeed he is there.
Some are lucky They feel him all the time Others when plucky At daunting and trying times Whatever the case, the experience lair Into the belief that he is there, he is there.
In the leaves of plants and trees alike The gentle breeze that they bring to life In the flowers that bloom with oh such ease Living their lives in oh such peace Breezing in the song that he is there.
God, when I too know that you are there Is it much to ask of you To free me of all such thoughts and deeds Dirty weighty seeds indeed Which could weigh me down When I could simply drown In some more of you Of you who spread all the light Making me light – all day all night.
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could