Call us tree people, the world’s lungs:
we bask in Godshine, imbibe live water,
convert fumes to fresh air; we summon all
to voice joyous, Spirit Breeze praise.
On wondrous Sundays or any
Dayspring Retreat Day, creative songs soar;
at Potter’s House and Wild Goose Festival
artists present Love’s gifts anew.
Meanwhile quick bucksters bite the dust;
Divine Justice bursts inflated egos,
opening paths for humble peace cyclists,
poets, dancers of all ages.