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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #883124  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Absent
When God seems far from us, hope is all that's left.
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Absent

You echo in the hundred holes
That riddle every day,
And watch behind such mirrored eyes
My every struggling way;
Ghost shadow of my wandering feet,
You mock my every move.
Your windy kiss is in my hair
And thus my tear’s reprove.
Can it be I must embrace
Such silent, barren seed,
To fill the hunger left in me;
Subsist on hope in need?
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