I feed and dress my God daily, and so does she
I bath and walk my God daily, so does she
I think of my God, so does she
I write to my God and she writes my life
What you give returns to you
What goes from you rebound
The light of my God brightens my world
Love of my God nourishes my life
I get my grain even in the rain
I didn’t see my God, she said “Honey, don’t worry.
Wear iris and lavender.”
If you reason you’ll lose treasure
Slowly it enters and slowly I learn
I am the tree, the earth, the river, the mountain…
I have seen water in the desert and flowers among thorn
The sack of my sorrow empties in the morning