Thursday, July 20, 2023

Air Brain, draft no. 2

You called me Air Brain,

but you know, it made me think

it’s okay to leave a little space

so love and truth can sync

I’d rather be an air brain

than one all cold and locked

I think heaven prefers air brains

to cruel tittle-ers and jots

I think Jesus favors anyone who 

stoops to let him in.

He did far more stooping

when you think about it,

my friend.