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 GOD in the Spirit Jesus must love to stand in the early hour just before daylight and listen to the mourning doves as they great the new day coming as they echo all the voice as they greet each new light beam ray the shine is not forthcoming no heat as a new warning of a hot and treacherous summer day no tribulation yet no worry just the singing added of the little sparrows the peeps of the pecking birds the warble of the mocker the thrilling accolade of the warbler. The owl and the falcon hide they add no voice to the coming of the daylight they live in shadow in the summer to survive. Voice is many so varied the best to me is the least among them they peep. They leap in and out of danger not forthcoming as they avoid the warning of the cactus spines they get inside the areas to dine the choicest morsels hidden in the trash the mundane day has started in the desert place again the voices miss and stay a little silent as the day begins in earnest now. Just before the sunrise and too far away to speak to me two rather large birds are there suddenly they turn in unison as iff to say look it's us we are here too and yes they have Voice inside of mee for eye will never forget the cry of my falcons for as long as ever eye live again. Eye found a homeless camp and sorry as eye feel for him his voice was silent to mee there for he was absent in his body eye just meant away dear from his camp. Eye kicked the fire some dirt to cover over where it lay and moved some things away and found some things to send away there is laws near a town that differ some from desert rule and we are bound some to obey them and even so eye broke no golden rule in turning some small way to law obey his eye was very blue the important things away in dead letter places.
The voice so silent of the rabbit not in stew but still alive so happy just to be even in the dust so happy to be mee. The frog that utters not a sound the hummingbird without a voice comes down and vibrates voice to mee. Impossible bullit of love. No shadow or stasis this day but love he left a silent trail of it in my eye. His wings an angle looking for all  the world like a missile on the way to destroy the whole world with his voice. Iff eye did accidently slay thee upon the accident of life iff it was just an accident then accidently take my life let my heart be taken from me lay me now down to die and place me in the grave so that my heart will not come nigh thy hell. Oh just and living GOD. Forgive my voice if voice was wrong. And then just let me dwell. A voice. Of love. A voice. Of one. Of dust. A voice.



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