Pour It Out
The swaying of bamboo outside,
The ever-flushing ocean of air,
Spoken through the tongues of leaves...
And this is merely outside my bedroom window.
Oh no, folks, I needn't go anywhere on my day off.
Nature pours the Lord right through these grimed screens.
I suggest we do the same:
Find the heart
Pour it out
Breathe the easy-rolling spirit.
Sharing all of our parts.
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