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Where is God?…

Sometimes my soul escapes,
My tears wear out,
My lips close,
My mind becomes consumed.
All emptier in an unfair echo,
And I feel lonely.
I want to feel God.
I want to touch Him with my soul,
To feel Him in strangeness,
To cuddle Him in the ridiculous,
To breathe Him in horror,
Where is God?
Who always hides?
It is not enough with faith,
With vague ideas,
With cheap sermon…
If only your sight were enough,
I’d build a lofty alter with your image,
Where my soul would take refuge,
When nothingness surprises me…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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