These thoughts of mine,
they keep trying to figure out
if you are really everything,
and if you are everything,
why you would show up as
a murderer,
a ravaging disease,
or the man who's leading our country?
But then you say my name,
and I turn to you.
Your love envelops me,
and I forget my questions.
Carol Barrow
February, 2017
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