Sunday, December 13, 2009
The miracles are from the heavens,
A copy of the globe is found there.
Before we entertain each other,
Inspect the eyesight and love.
My mighty head sounds different
Like a woodpecker and its pecking.
Miracles deliver a praise of the heavens
And the Earth is once then found.
A globe has muttered a prayer from within
Inside which is light, and more light.