Reflection
A Spiritual Poem

Sometimes I feel the breath of God on my neck so I turn and see no one. I have searched the heavens and the earth for the maker of all things and each time I find myself alone in front of a mirror. Where has God hidden Himself this time? Under what circumstances will I find myself wrapped in the arms of His love? Must I embrace death before He holds me and forgives me?
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