A child once asked, with eyes so wide,
"Is there a God, or did they hide?"
I paused a beat, then softly said,
"Let’s look around, not just ahead."
God—some say—a skyward flame,
A whisper cloaked in holy name,
The stars, the seas, the breath, the tree,
The love that flows, unseen yet free.
No God? Perhaps, just chance and dust,
Equations cold, in...
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