I reach out/stretch out my
fingers/soul to you.
Searching around in the dark/silence
seeking you in the old
places, where you no longer live.
I an tired now, from searching,
worn out/disillusioned.
Find me, I cannot find you.
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I like it.
ReplyDeleteI presume this is a poem where the voice is talking to God.
How can it be, paradoxically, that a supposedly immanent God who says, "seek and you shall find," can seem so hard to find sometimes?