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The Father

Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)

I rarely talk about it,
but I have a strong relationship
I call him Father,
I don’t like the verb, “God,”

I am born of light, and Him
and I trust what he gives me
I never ask for anything,
usually for others, not me

he has never failed me,
and I am still here.

Stoic Poetry

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