Once in a purple moon,
The God retires.
Takes a break,
And goes on vacation.
The prayers go unanswered.
Miracles become bedtime stories.
When you walk on wet sands
You don’t look up to the azure skies.
The extraordinary does not happen.
Or perhaps it does;
Given that He has His share of oddities.
Its just that
We fail to comprehend
What he is up-to.
Good thing is that
Doesn’t sanction His LFC all that often.
Oh but when it does,
Happy Holidays, God!
Azure skies shall have to wait
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