Feeling the present, the presence of god
cool breeze, clouds are shining
sun is rising, not so shining, why shying?
mind asking me to become a wind ,
to go and help the sun ,
drive away the covering of darkness, and sin
colorless, yet the bluish, the sky,
far away beyond stars,
out of reach by hand,
yet nearest as my skin
mixed sounds from a distant mike,
singing glory of god
god appearing everywhere,
walking into home ,from nowhere
entering into my heart unaware
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