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Author: Laineniel
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Spiritual - Reviews: 5 - Published: 12-27-03 - Updated: 12-27-03 - id:1482089

God, are you there?
You're the only one I can trust
The only one...
The One who always loves me

God, can you hear me?
Cuz these humans make me feel
Like I don't...
Like I don't exist

I have a few simple requests
And you're probably
Already...
Already taking care of them

Please, Dear Father,
Hold Me Tight
Cradle me In your arms,
Cover me in your Light
(Keep me from the Dark)

Please, Dear Father,
Speak to me Clearly
My mortal mind wants
A verbal conversation
(I need a break from guessing)

Please, Dear Father,
If You don't want to
Do those things,
Please send me someone here
(I'm about 2000 years late for the physical form of Jesus)

I'm crying out to you
You're all I know that's true
Please heal, please heal,
These wounds
(They appear to be dagger stabs, in my back)

I wait...
I pray...
I cry...
I hope...

I wait...
I pray...
I cry...
I hope...

And I breathe a shuddering
Breath.



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