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The mysterious answers eluded me. Friends left on bikes, Went to Expo, Had backyard tents. I stood, palms pressed, waiting. Then Marlene and Jimmy died And I knelt before the maze master, Looking for an exit. All, I am told, are answered, But the lines of communication Seem crossed. Does he get the ways of man As well as we get the ways of him? I supposed your prayers were realized When you left, Yet the same rain and sun drenched us. I should expect a summative explanation When I get My commuted response.
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
The Enigma of Prayer
The mysterious answers eluded me. Friends left on bikes, Went to Expo, Had backyard tents. I stood, palms pressed, waiting. Then Marlene and Jimmy died And I knelt before the maze master, Looking for an exit. All, I am told, are answered, But the lines of communication Seem crossed. Does he get the ways of man As well as we get the ways of him? I supposed your prayers were realized When you left, Yet the same rain and sun drenched us. I should expect a summative explanation When I get My commuted response.
francie-lynch
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
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