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We are people who have amnesia.
During abundant goodness
knowing you to be near
we flippantly praise your name.
It is when we suffer that we seek,
Our marginal contact helps little
In our painful moments.
When we hope to see a gentle touch
Only to find that our connection
Has grown frayed and cloudy.
We rage and blame the one
Who cannot be magically conjured
And who is shy to show
Except in the celebration of life.
Is it right for us to denote your absence?
Should we pathetically pine away,
Or get on with living
And the practice of faith
Until we might see you again?
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