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Oct 2012
Fear whispers, nothing really matters,
An incessant drone just barely audible,
Like a cat licking, licking,
Irritating, yet calming in some weird way.

Inside a humming round the clock,
What matters is not yours, never will be,
A puzzle piece kicked,
Under the stove, gone from the light of day.

And faith like a bridge rotted, ready to give,
With the next footfall,
Waits for proof from a God,
Who is busy and sickened,
With more important things than
Your doubt about His existence, and His total Love for you.
P E Kaplan
Written by
P E Kaplan  Belfast, Maine
(Belfast, Maine)   
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