Saturday, June 13, 2015


I spread a net of people
To catch me when I fall.
I used to plead with Divine—
He silenced desperate calls.

I listen t’close advisers
Who seem to take a care
About what happens to me—
In lieu of Distant Stares.

We argue—God is in this—
And maybe that is so—
But I don’t discern His Presence—
Maybe He’s decided—to go—

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