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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.

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