God search

Our [people] crowd ,children
And mothers all lay sprawled

On the frayed green carpets
Under a sky of bamboo roof

With stars of sunlight’s holes
Their faces lit by God inside.

They had God’s food in belly,
Wait patiently as God sleeps.

Their God is inside old stone.
We search Him in sky chinks.

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