A question lingers, heavy, leaves.
If God exists, why hide divine?
In troubled hearts, no star doth shine.
The world in chaos, tears descend,
Yet prayers unheard, our sorrows blend.
Does heaven sleep, or turn away?
In search of solace, hearts decay.
But hold, within despair's embrace,
A flicker still, a trace of grace.
Perhaps unseen, yet ever near,
God's silence speaks, a cosmic sear....
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