Look up at me, turn
your wide eyes,
expectant, wondering,
hopeful, and see
what I can give.
Do you want a coin? Some-
thing good to eat? Do
you want a little
kindness?
I have none of these
to give you
but the kindness
and the secret of
the seeds of healing
flowing all around you
like pollen in the spring breeze,
swirling like gentle desire,
blessing your torn lungs, infusing
your tainted blood, and singing
sweetly your freedom!
In His name, then, I command you
to rise and take your place
beside me, and enter into
His holy temple!
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