Naked,
The amniotic sack of the sea,
All around me,
A vast womb,
And like a baby,
I am safe,
And free,
And I have room,
And space to be
M Joseph Burt (27.6.6)
Oh the usual systems of mercy, They are departed and gone,* The machine has broken down, The mechanism is all wrong And it's grace and...
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