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They told me to picture god I saw a harsh, lifeless space an overwhelming darkness a weightless dearth of existence (In which I drifted alone) Until I saw my mom In a golden, warm blurry place (That I knew was my kitchen table) And large, relaxing eyes And a thin, loving smile And I entered this cozy place Existing first as tenderness and love And then as an abstract, floating presence And then by a cool breeze on my skin (and a shiver creaking up my spine) If there really is a god I have nothing to tell her Only a deep cavern of questions And an open mind (to receive)
I Need No God
Lily Hyun ‘22
