Poem

	God is too busy,
	My letter is still among the pending files.
	The comets pass by too hastily,
	To catch the words of my long prayers.
	The soul network with friends,
	Often fails to function properly.

	Only You, Master!
	Pulsate with my soul,
	Comprehend all my thoughts,
	Know all my feelings,
	And take care of everything.

	You know me better than I do.