Where are you?
I shout to the storm
Where are you?
Isnt this what you want?
Me to ask you first
Isnt this what you ask of me?
So when I do
Where are you?
No vision
No inspiration
No angel
No words
No voice
No answer
Nothing
But then a memory
A half forgotten dream
from long ago
The answer hidden in the past
Why did I doubt?
Why did I question?
I should have always known
that you would send
My answer to prayer.















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