23/02/11
The Him
He's there; I can see Him every time I happen to look out of the window, at that roof; he's right there, in the small frame that can be seen just from this point of view, from my bed.
He's always been there, and he'll always be. And I love Him.
I guess they were almost right, for once, when they imagined the "holy ghost" as a dove.
Because He actually is there. And I love Him. And I always will.
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