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My Idea of This God I've Heard
When peace falls in pieces
and shards of happiness take on jagged edge,
the flight of soul in search of light
stumbles on craggy ledge;
when the face staring out the window
at blackest night comes back at me,
the smile that I want to feel
is reflected in the frown I see.
When dawn's light caresses eyelids,
stroking me to wake,
I lie in bed in downy armour
not ready to engage the day.
To move and act, such effort be,
surely this gripping lethargy
is not the man I planned on being,
but as time goes past it's all I'm seeing.
I'm not blind, I've all my limbs,
my strength is strong, my heart beats fast,
but as the days pile on themselves
I gasp for breath, I beg, I ask.
And who? Who, or what to prayer I bid?
My idea of this God I've heard,
not found in church, or pious claims,
I find God amidst the chirping birds.
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