When God said, "My hands are yours,"
I saw that I could heal any
creature in this world;
I saw that the divine beauty in each heart
is the root of all time
and space.
I was once a sleeping ocean
and in a dream became
jealous of a
pond.
A penny can be eyed in the street
and a war can break out
over it amongst
the poor.
Until we know that God lives in us
and we can see Him
there,
a great poverty
we suffer.
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