all the light is here
nothing else near
just the spirit

why bother, when
i have no lover
to hold or to be held
in his arms melt

in the beginning






God.

when's it my turn
to not be recieving a burn
but to earn love

simple things like
the smell of your hair, or the rhythm of your voice,
or perhaps the way your eyes look everytime you look at me.

O glorify yourself True Lord,
Inner light, providence broad.

Speak through miracle and death
In your spirit may we dwelleth.

May we speak against earthly kings
in favour of the true King, you, O lord.

May we help our brethren in You,
oppose devilish barons for You.

For His light is in everyone, Oh yes you
turk, you jew

Glorify Him in the one True Synagogue or Mosque
and remember, you too, are apart of His flock.