Delete

Standing in a crowd.
Busy bustling noises
People rushing by.
Delete the honking, the
swearing, the chatter.
Footsteps.
Change jingling in pockets.
Cell phone ringing.
Delete this.
The birds are now heard
Nature is remembered
Delete this.
The silence arrives.
Nobody is left but you
and God.
Delete, or save?
God will not delete you


Sins---

Deleted.

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