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Search for Happiness

There is something missing in me,

A piece that I do not know.

Only to find if I search and flee,

But lost in the worldly flow.

In the beauties of the world I cling,

Which separates me from You, my God.

In the flesh, I am succumbing.

It is I who depart from you my God.

Did I invent loneliness?

Or loneliness invented me.

For I fail to see Your presence,

Though You were inside of me.

I long for happiness

Where in You, my God, I see.

For my heart is restless,

Without You, my God, in me.


© 2019 Ian Lomboy

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