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God


So maybe you are not
a person, place or thing
but just a living verb
in which we ever sing

in sense, unlike the birds,
to try and demonstrate
the way in which you are
love we reciprocate

to those we love as well
ourselves from out of need
in our predicament
from which we must proceed

without an answer to
our real perplexity:
to help the one we love
within our family

who is in dire need
or help our dying friend
against the enemy
who deems our fatal end—

to come to understand
that either way we will
be hurt the same as you
have been amid the till.

Huner Surchi KK 12/12/2015

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