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His Absence Haunts

How can it be he is no longer here?
How can it be I do not hear that voice
His presence haunts me  from his  battered chair

Though I  have  money and no needs to bare
I  feel the grief, the affect of his choice.
How can it be that he has vanished here?

What is the world when loss  turns to despair.
When every sheet  by weeping is made moist?
His presence haunts from his   beloved chair

Now we learn  the symbol of the hare
Unpeaceful, hunted, jugged   or humdrum roast
How can it be when love  should counter fear?

Into the real, we stand and longtime stare
We’re  begging, blaming, badgered, shamed and gassed
Some presence feints  with ours  in  death’s own lairs

Now the world of man has long surpassed
The time we could blame God for what we ‘ve missed
How can it be that He is never here?
His absence haunts: symbolic, suffered, real.

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