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I sometimes find myself listening for God's footsteps
as He treads softly,oh, ever so softly round about me....

I sometimes find myself wanting to shake God's hand,
gently, lest my own hand is crushed by His might....

I sometimes find myself wanting to give Him a big bear hug,
wrapping my arms around the endless warmth of Divinity....

I sometimes find myself wanting to talk with God, to have 
a most pleasant and low-key chat about meaning, like
the meaning of good and evil, and of life and death....

But I can't, I know: how could anyone survive touching God?

It would be safer to climb a high-tension pole and reach out
and put my bare hands on the wire as 50,000 volts course
through my body, and my soul is expelled....

It's just...my longing for Him, to hear, to feel, to touch,
and to see with my soul's eye the Lord of All the Worlds.... 

I suppose I should be happy just hearing the echoes of God
in the rhythm of rain or the songs of birds or the giggles of 
kids as they play in their own world.... 

And I am happy to hear His echoes everywhere.

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