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Wish

When I was five or six, I asked my mom
"Do wishes work?". She said they sometimes do.
So fervently, I prayed in Viet Nam
the landmine's blast beneath me, wasn't true.
For years, I blamed a God that wasn't there,
and with each new betrayal, not one squeak
of reason or relief from anywhere.
I judged that God, was one evasive geek.
A friend gave me a thought to take or leave,
"that God has done all that he ever will,
it's up to you to learn how to recieve."
A cryptic little gem... It's with me still!
I searched the earth for evidence of grace,
And found that deep within me was the place.