Talking to God

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In the absolute quiet that surrounds me
my grief crippling me
Speaking to God in urgent whispers
and panicked breathing

Pleading for a sign
For a moment
when it wouldn't hurt

and then you called.

The realisation that when talking to God
he listened.

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Az said…
Amazing how some friends just know when you need them. Yes, God at work.
October 17, 2012 at 10:09 PM
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