Talking To God

Talking To God short poem

And after all that we have done and seen,
We wait for some magic to undo what has been,
But its all already lived and gone,
Past, after all, is just a part of a journey,
which starts before we were even born.

We are living an infinity,
We are probably not even alive,
We are just memories,
Of the man above, and in us he smiles.

He makes us breathe,
and he makes us think,
in us he lives and in us he loves, gives us life.

-Transcripts of life by her.

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Randall Smith
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I like this journey you take us on. Was sorry it ended.

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