An Open Shoulder.

I asked God for a miracle one day,
There was no sign.
No response.
I looked at the sky,
It was plain.
No course.

I asked God for a sight one day,
There was light.
A source.
I looked around closer,
My pray was in an occult.
My answer was,
The only thing that'd made it easier,
Was my family,
the thing I needed to see,
at a close proximity.

Ally Fred
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