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.
