Often I wonder and sometimes doubt.
I do not know what you are like,
for you have never been seen in any form on this planet.
You are one without division - always whole: here and there.
Never seen by any eyes, but your touch has been felt -
even by those who do not believe.
In writing, it says for two score that you were carried in a box
as now free believers sometimes worshiped and obeyed you.
But do you really exist?
I want concrete answers - answers that I can see now,
not just read about and believe.
Am I asking the right questions?
Have I missed the answers right before my eyes?
Do you care that at times I doubt you or even deny you exist?
I think not, so what do you care about me?
You care I do right by your words.
Not perfect as no one ever has been, but just try to do right.
Nothing more, nothing less.
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