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God, are you there? 
I know more devout believers 
And the hardcore pious 
Are calling to you. 
But maybe you could take a break 
From circus tricks on the evening news 
To cast your glance and ears, 
To a lost and confused child. 
Allow me to be selfish and ask 
Just when this trial will end. 
I get it already, I must be strong. 
I must come to your salvation, 
But get discouraged waiting in line. 
I should call to thee for help 
But the line seems so tied up. 
God, are you listening? 
I don’t have weeping statues 
Or blessed door-frames. 
All I got is a wounded soul 
That needs a little guidance.

Murmuring