God (poem)
It's strange that God doesn't mind expressing
Himself/Herself in all the religions of the world,
while people still cling to the notion that their
way is the only right way.
Whatever you try to say about God,
someone will take offense, even if
you say everyone's love of God
is right for them.
For me the form God takes is not
the most important thing. What's most
important is the essence. My songs and
dances are outlines for Him to come in
and fill. I hold out the form she
puts in the sweetness.
I've looked up at the night sky and
beheld the stars so intimately close,
it was as if my grandmother had
made them for me. "How rich,
how sumptuous", I thought.
In that moment I saw God in His
creation. I could as easily have seen
Her in the beauty of a rainbow, the
grace of a deer bounding through
a meadow, the truth of a father's kiss.
But for me the sweetest contact with
God has no form. I close my eyes,
look within, and enter a deep
soft silence.
The infinity of God's creation
embraces me. We are one!
