Many a time,
When I was in crisis,
With all hope lost,
And desperate for a support.
I prayed to God,
Recollecting all my right thoughts,
Mortgaging all my good deeds,
Pleading for a helping hand.
For sure, almost always,
I did get a help,
From one known or unknown,
From a corner expected or not.
That source of strength,
That supporting strand,
Is Divinity expressed,
And His grace bestowed.
I then realised,
That God is not a form,
But as an action and affection,
With no self in mind or its fruit in need.
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