The 6th Sense

a poem about communicating with God

Hear my cry

oh Lord:

Are you there when I die?

Let that be.

Now answer,

are you here with me?

You do not say

but please,

are you here today?

“Rejoice!”

How can I,

if I cannot hear your voice?

With tears

my eyes sting.

Perhaps it is I who cannot hear,

or I, of man, 

who is unable,

who cannot, understand.

Perhaps I need

to develop

my sixth sense seed,

which is,

to understand

that mysterious voice of his.

The End

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