POEM 5 | THE GRAND WIZARD

I help you.
You help me.
He helps us,
the Holy Trinity.


When the storms come,
When the rains falls,
l look for Him,
the Grand Wizard!


His helpers sprinkle rain,
here & there (not there!)
And they sing the hymns,
Of angels,
their masters so fair.


So won’t you join me?
In studying their affairs?
We are not alone.
We’re beloved, deeply.

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