Quandaries to an open sky?
Yet no answers from on high.
Rise no more than the ceiling?
Where is the promised feeling?
I have faith that he is there,
But it's hard to feel in prayer.
Now those thoughts feel so foreign.
To not cry is alien.
Peace and solace brought to me.
Revelation I receive.
I have faith that he is there,
And I feel so in my prayer.
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