Drink a cup of coffee
Strong coffee.
Wake up the body
The mind and heart are waiting
For everything else to
Catch up.
Leave room inside,
Vast and spacious
Montana soul.
Wide sky of blue
For flying,
For falling,
For shouting out the Name.
No space for
The Spirit of Lightness.
Gravity makes things heavy.
Heaviness makes things light.
Eternity is clapping,
For the runner
Is running his course.
The Word is weighty.
Teaching the steps
To the elusive dance.
Speaking out the movement
One by one by one
Wooden legs waiting
Stone feet tapping
An all-new rhythm.
The Word
Is not whatever.
It comes
And when it comes
It makes its home
And dwells.
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