God for blessing

 presenting words to ether for sowing

knowing all ideas forming growing

enjoying test just nurturing thought

allowing my watchful eye being inner sky

for thy life I live touching spark flowing my glowing

bright Son bursting stars lightning strike

present view is a tickling tongue

for all being one 

thank God for being blessing I Son




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