A Million Things

A Million Things

A rustler of words
Once heard GOD say

“What do you want?”

And the rustler replied:

“YOU’RE asking me?
YOU, WHO comprehend
Every particle of my being
WHO are alive
In every breath I breath
YOU, WHO are my future and my past
WHO know what I want
Even before I ask
Must I bore YOU with the details
Where the four crows fly
And the devil sings?

I’d ask for a million things
All, if got, meaning nothing
If not sanctified by YOUR LOVE”

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