God casts snow to cover the fact
we are being followed or led.
The water I pour into a pitcher has
every word God has ever spoken
that we never hear.
A sleeping village knows
loneliness exists. Its song returns
to the stars as one door opens.
That music could break your glass heart.
God keeps humming a nameless tune,
while folding the sky at nighttime.
The world changes. It brushes against us.
God whispers,
Notice what’s happening.
lovely, today God is smiling, the thought of a glass heart full of light like pure water he loves to drink, thank you friend
we have this light in common.