The Diary Of tears ( Three )

At sunset, God drinks his coffee and witnesses the earth he had labored. At sunset, God drinks his coffee and witnesses his labors, lo God witnesses, weeps and laughs
Like us does he smile and sing.

At sunset, God drinks his bitter coffee and wanders the skies he had drawn and the planets he decorated.

At sunset, ascend I to God and converse with him of the complication of man
And of corpses carried noble souls and dreamful spirits
And of selves crucified yet appeased.

And God delights my soul with his delicate speech and elegant tongue
And swims me in divine depths of no beginning and no end.
And when we sit together, God and I, angels swarm and listen to our stillness
And melt in the immense divinity that haloes our faces.

At sunset, God teaches me that hell and heaven are inseparable
But separated in our attitude.

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