Jesus has risen. But what else? The sea level, and it was already up to my chest. My blood pressure, and the screaming just made it worse. A desire to vanish, and in a more permanent way. For a moment I envied being an absent God to people. I would feel their love, and they would know that they are loved, yet they wouldn't need to hear me, see me, feel me, smell me, or taste me to believe in the overflowing love I possess for everyone but myself.
When I asked you what your name was You replied and said, “It’s Love” Then I asked you what your song is You then sang the song of a dove Please chirp to me your fancy Make me rock to your lullaby Flap with wings that dance free So we can sing that Love does fly.