Poor God . . . He gets
blamed for everything.
Can't help but wonder
why. Might be because
each and everyone has
Him tagged differently.
I used to spend time
trying to figure God
out. One of the things
I've appreciated about
my elder years is I
really have no need to
know.
I truly feel I have the
sacred in my heart. It
may come in the guise
of a friend helping me.
Perhaps . . . comfort
when I'm feeling low.
'Tis enough. Blessed be.
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