sometimes we deny this need.
most of the times, it is more of
forgetting, because there is so
much fun, so much noise, and
we are drunk, and always when
sober, there is someone beside
to provide the heat and the smoke.
then you fall, and badly hurt, then
you find yourself alone in the room
and you are having seizures, sick,
and poor, and no one answers your
call for help. The bankbook is empty.
The clouds are dark. There is
thunder. Lightning strikes your
roof. The fire burns your house.
No fireman is coming.No water.
God comes in. You did not even call.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-need-for-god/
