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May 2017
Catch me at the End of the World,
Hold me when I fall from heights,
You reached my hand and held it tight,

Tell me 'there is GOD, and you believe too',
We share his goodness in our days
Utter his words through your silence and or even taboo!

Nothing is beyond his creation, Everything as is
We can never cross his design for certain!
He 'is' perfection and humbles us with modesty

Yet we go on to make our own rules
Often Misunderstanding of his intentions
And yet he forgives us though we are fools

His Kindness and patience will all makes that sense
that some day we all will get to know him
But God lets us only have our look at him
thru all his creation in Nature or the Universe!

(Francie your words and mine entangled
like roots of two side by side trees yet so far)
Siddartha Montik
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