"God is the day that you live",
the elders always told.
And darkness was waiting
for the time unto the day.
"God is the air that you breathe",
my grandpa always said.
And darkness was crawling
beneath the dusty floor.
"God is forgiveness you long for",
my grandma always preached.
And darkness was inexorable,
always took hold of me.
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"God is the beginning of all things",
my father always proclaimed.
So darkness must be the end
I fearfully concluded.
"God is quite sleep",
my mother dared to say,
switched off the lights
and left me trembling. |
