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OF GOD
Tested by those too fearful to measure themselves
Advocated by those looking to rebrand
themselves with someone else’s purity
Desired by all in the heart
yet admitted to by just a fraction
His hands stretch down through empty skies
Touching those whom allow
Caressing those who refuse to be made fools of by feeling it
And as his finger tips tingle with yearning for those whom he created
He screams when we feel pain
He smiles when we feel pleasure
He feels love when we receive him
And we feel at home, when we allow him to receive us
I have felt his arms late at night
I have felt his breath in the morning
His anger can be felt in the rumblings of man
Unearthing in confused ways that
have little to do with the problems at hand
It moves through like molecules on a mission
Like energy thrashing the air
And as you stand in the valley
of the shadow of depth
You see nothing but evil
You feel nothing but reactions
But then as you turn away
from the analysis of the maddened room
And stop battling the mis-projected frustrations of the men
who expect the world to be as pure as He who created it
And mindlessly turn from their
screeching and your reactions
And just feel his breath
His presence
The lack of words are the
wisest ones you will ever hear
And the emotion that runs tandem,
is reason enough to love in return.