I sit in the exam hall,
I sit and stress.
My paper stays blank.
Sweat
drips, rolls.
I need to pray.
I look for God.
I look for Him in the clock against the wall,
I look for Him in the wooden floorboards,
in which Nature once lived.
I look for Him to help me read the teacher’s mind.
But God must be Up,
so I look for Him in the
roof.

By: Engela Potgieter

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