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Those Days

I missed those days.
When we used to understand each other.
When we used to worship together.
When we used to pray every 6 in the evening.

We listen to our speaker.
We read his words.
We keep his commands.
That is our routines.

We did it when august started.
Our family almost set apart.
Because of the toxic we’ve been keeping.
We realized things,
And let ourselves come near to God.

I am so happy,
Because finally, one of my prayers got answered.
We got busy serving God,
Not until that business came.

We got busy,
A lot of responsibilities came.
To the point that we only get rest at night.
I wondered when it started.

We’re almost near,
But we got blind again.
I don’t know if I’m just the only one who pays attention,
But i hope they’re also.

Serving God is important among all of that.
We’re almost together.
We’re almost near.
But we became blind.

I missed those days,
When will it happen again?

~12/19/20

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