Thin AirA Poem by PeteWhen you knock, ask to see God – none of the servants. - Thoreau![]() Hypnotized with life. Baffled by strife. Breathing thin air. With a desperate flair. Not unequivocally right but reasonably fair. Searching for lost humanity. Victim of my own vanity. I stood at the edge of a bifurcated canyon. Seeking my higher companion. In a faltering voice, I cried out, "GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?" A booming, thundering reply echoed back, ... ... "I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION ..." © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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