23 février 2007
On God
It is strange -
To see God through your eyes
Lifted up to the skies
As the girls wail in prayer.
I always thought -
He was coiled deep inside
A hole in our souls
And no need to cry out.
Then I found -
Him looking deep in.
Flickering - On.
And Off.
And there He goes.
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