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Now I need no words to speak to you

Writing this seems somewhat out of line

But being human, even though I see through

Ther verbage, I need to take my time

Moving away from what I thought I've known,

Even if I abondoned it erstwhile

As infantile fantasy, hoping that I'd grown

Out of comfortable habits which beguile

But simply cannot pass the acid test,

The rational and scientific stare,

Which easily dismisses any quest

For actual answers to a well aimed prayer;

          But then, of course, prayer's just pie-in-the-sky

          To those who have not taught their souls to fly.

Brian Hick Feb 2011

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