sometimes we deny this need. <br />most of the times, it is more of <br />forgetting, because there is so <br />much fun, so much noise, and <br />we are drunk, and always when <br />sober, there is someone beside <br />to provide the heat and the smoke. <br /> <br />then you fall, and badly hurt, then <br />you find yourself alone in the room <br />and you are having seizures, sick, <br />and poor, and no one answers your <br />call for help. The bankbook is empty. <br />The clouds are dark. There is <br />thunder. Lightning strikes your <br />roof. The fire burns your house. <br />No fireman is coming.No water. <br /> <br />God comes in. You did not even call.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-need-for-god/
