Finding God

In different places
in the city the Holy Ghost
is being sold and people clap hands
and some are pushed
down on the ground and sing songs
over and over again
and others sell Him
with great respect and all with sincerity.

Somehow I just want to be
in a field, at a open space,
or on a hill,
or next to the ocean
and experience the presence
of the Lord.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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