Nothing Is Too Much Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've got this out would look
That nothing is too much,
I'll mow your lawn, and toil in the muck.
Sow a little friendship insomuch
As to feel good-in-myself,
And see if things will flourish.
I don't believe in magic spells
But everything around us seems to nourish.

It's as though all rivers return
And deserts expand,
If you don't listen to the dunes cold taciturn,
Not one living flame will be fanned.
Not one small flower of faith shall swell
Or dance like a dervish
I don't believe in heaven or hell or stand with infidels
But everything around us seems to nourish.