What I know of God is this:
That He has hands, for He touches me.
I can testify to nothing else;
Living among many unseen beings
Like the whippoorwill I’m constantly hearing
But was pointed out to me just once.
Last of our hopes when all hope’s past
God, never let me call on Thee
Distracting myself from a last chance
Which goes just as quick as it comes;
And I have doubts of Your omnipotence.
All I ask is… Keep on existing
Keeping Your hands. Continue to touch me.
(Milton Acorn)
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