Come Quickly, ' Lest It Shut Poem by James McLain

Listen to my trust I am.
Your loving words my ringing ears.
When open do you hear,
the mighty roar like moving trees.
Loose leaves that fall
from heavan, when the limbs.

Will you when deep inside,
my beating heart, it is?

Rushing out is your warm breath.
My tounge these words,
both worlds hang from thy lips and form.


Around each tree the burning bush
beneeth the leaves,
that need your touch a perfect world of trust.