From a Distance

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I sit inside myself
waiting quietly
for God . . .

i think sometimes
it is impossible
to meet
to speak
casually with him
saying "hi" "hello"
in the presence of other people
feeling sure that
my voice will crack
or i'll do something
that will embarrass us both

i suppose it will be
like always
the greeting
the not-too-long glances
the small talk
about things that really
don't matter...
guess, that is all i could do

keep a quiet heart...

be still . . .

hold on . . .

keep my distance.