So I have heard said
A hundred times
‘May God be with you.'
‘May God protect you.'
And as many times
I have looked over my shoulders
To locate him,
I have found no one,
Not even seen
A faint haze.
And so I ought to be told
There is no one accompanying me
Or protecting me
That alone I am at each step
Of life, I journey.
Why hesitate in stating the truth?
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