I cannot honestly say that I feel your presence near In fact, I feel nothing But lips pursed in prayer scream that you hold me with gentle hands as my numbness lingers And ancient words that know all that you are flow through my brain like sand slipping through my fingers I search for you in churches, in bibles, in the sermons of a priest these places... holy people tell me you are always beside me in these places But my mind is cluttere with the cold silence and hard slaps and muttered shhhs! in the aching early mornings and the fire and gore I shall suffer for all my lovely weaknesses because I am wrong You are not in these hellish places. I drive under a pink-golden-purplish sky alongside of white sand and clear wavy water The beauty of it makes me stop and admire in awe It is here that I find you and the emptiness of your presence disappears I have found you in the only way I can understand, through you, the artist, directly- your sky, your land, your ocean Your poetry. I now know you God.
Reason for writing:
This is the result of my search for God.
I'm 17 and I'm not sure about all of this so if you have any
comments or anything feel free to write me. I'd appreciate it!
thanks. -Layla
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