The Faithful Believers
They want a sign
Any sign
That god exist.
The mother of Christ cries.
False magic.
Their faith depends on it.
Thunder today,
Tomorrow rain
Soon it will be spring.
Yet they go on looking
For a symbol
Blinded by the external
Like god should be
An entertainer.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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