midnite a train moans by the winds dances wildly with the trees outside, your eyes open. you've awakened to a sound you cannot name. God has touched you with a million hands while you slrpt calming you and calling you. was it a memory or was it a dream? you turn to face the moonlit wall your pillow wet with fallen tears and forgotten sweat..
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem as a my explanaion of the often sudden and and yet elusive connection man has with God.
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