I put a piece of chocolate in my mouth and glance at the coffee’steam. I glance a thought at the ways God moves and put another piece of chocolate in my mouth. Sipping carefully.
I know that in the sea of things that God thinks, I’m a very tiny boat. But when he glances a thought, like sea-breeze, and I scramble to pull in the luff, even scrape my knee, it’s like a piece of chocolate in His mouth.
And I agree that sheep like we have gone astray, that we like sheep bend knees and neigh for greener pasture and for stiller waters and God’s posture is often taciturn.
Dear Swiftness,
Meet me in my daydream and show me the Way (Home).
Yours etc.
You read this to me already....but honestly, something in the way it moves on paper kid. "Dear Swiftness," get this kid a microphone, and let him put his flatright beat melodies into my headphones.
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