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Restless rustling trees beckon
with their grey arms, come home
away from this neon electric world!
Step out of the noise that grows!
We’re in a state of twisted truths
while we continue the deeds of heaven.
Our senses permeated
with all the traffic frantic news
still, we can feel the wisps of God.
One God, a star amidst the sea of space.
Where we’re little squirrels packing our pouches and pockets,
playing Hide-and-Seek, afraid
of everything and anything
that might happen…
We’ve lost our hardwired line to God’s voice.
Once and awhile, we intercept Her
Conversations of truth, love, and hope
to a caller, who knows who?
So many cannot hear God,
their disconnected lives cannot know
a greater truth, such sadness,
not to connect to another soul.
Still She sweeps the fragments of leafy matter while waiting for a blue-white flash
of another enlightenment.
