in this world
a wonderland of magic
tricks in our blood
come not on the hand
tricked by a sleight of our own mind
holding our cup
in a desire to fill
knowing not
we do hold God’s very own cup
of wonder
the more you fill
the emptier it gets
the smaller you become
the more yet you hold
if you don’t see this magic
you filled nothing in real!
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