For you, all of my thoughts
have found no space,
For here and there,
they come and go; they race.
Though hunger and though pride remain unshaken,
the thought of consequence
will not awaken
And I ask God,
“Why are you far away?”
As tongues lay pleasant
words full of deceit
for prey who never
realize their defeat.
But one day l will meet
Him, greater than me
and so I’ll meet
my own mortality.
the fragrance writer 
Thank you. Intricate and compelling poetry.
You are most welcome, Poet.
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Thank you. Very well said! I’m happy you can read so much from it
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This poem feels like a prayer whispered through doubt and weariness.The cry—“Why are you far away?”—pierces the soul, echoing those quiet seasons when God seems silent but still present in the ache.There’s truth in the struggle with pride, in the world’s quiet deceits, and in the stillness before meeting the One greater than us.It reads like a soul preparing for surrender, for judgment, and maybe, for peace.
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