Yes, I sense You
In the murmur
From the voice of the wind
In the aroma
From the flower that opens
In the beam of light
Even in the rain
You are present
In the smile
From the one who is next to me
In the homily
From Sunday at mass
And in my life
Yes, I sense You
I'm always looking for You. I haven't seen You. Never. Do I chase after your impressions? Do I wipe them away? I long for them, I ...
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