So many people, only One answer
Sights, sounds, senses;
Family, friends, facilitators;
Pastors, priests, parishioners;
I’m searching without end.
Classmates, colleagues, carers;
Acquaintances, astrologers, attorneys;
Judges, jurors, jesters;
No wisdom they can defend.
Teachers, travellers, trainers;
Deities, doctors, dentists;
Psychologists, psychiatrists, psychos;
None my life can mend.
No sincerity, no honesty;
No trace of constant truth;
Barr one my soul is crying out. Just One:
God. God is my start, my middle, my end.
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