Matt Schmitz - Everything is 4D

Of all the things I hope for you,
I wish you'd have my eyes
That you might see the way you care;
The life that you give rise
When those spoken seeds,
that fly the world around
spreading between us fields,
nestle special in you.

As you make people around you grow,
and you grow on those people
you are the accepting Earth
of a world in spring.
And just as much, you are
the warm silence who curls close round,
On a night when even still stones
sing your language.

And still you, the cool moon above it all,
Who looks and sees and feels
the dark scape of man and land,
Knows simple love,
and tells in touches
Intangible.

And in the sky,
all shine on high
You make light magnetic waves
with beams rebounding,
So that every drop
in every pool
is you, too.
And

Though so easily stirred
By wind or wanton stone
You long to settle to a serene smile
Glassy and placid.

And yet, you're your own opposite.
How apposite for everything...
For in love or in lack
you, a fire
of you in me, or you in you,
raging
ripples out on verdant curves.
Forging less a world,
More a star.

But you above- God listening
Rain and Reign and Rain
Til Earth again is calm
and cool.
Til Spring again is sweet
and new.
And Every Thing is song, silently
The tune is Clair De Luo

Matt Schmitz

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