Oct 12
God and I have a pretty simple relationship.
I ask nothing of her and she asks nothing of me.
Nothing!
There are no strings. No conditions at all.
God doesn’t even require me to believe in her.
And I don’t, really.
Yet she is truly the God I love,
and, true to the old commandment,
I shall have no other gods before her.
She is the air I breathe.
In her I live and move and have my being.
To her and her alone I happily entrust my living and my dying.
She has held me tenderly and faithfully from the very start,
and sometimes, in moments of deep joy, deep distress or deep stillness,
I catch her fragrance and feel afresh her blissful, ineffable touch.
Selah.
I ask nothing of her and she asks nothing of me.
Nothing!
There are no strings. No conditions at all.
God doesn’t even require me to believe in her.
And I don’t, really.
Yet she is truly the God I love,
and, true to the old commandment,
I shall have no other gods before her.
She is the air I breathe.
In her I live and move and have my being.
To her and her alone I happily entrust my living and my dying.
She has held me tenderly and faithfully from the very start,
and sometimes, in moments of deep joy, deep distress or deep stillness,
I catch her fragrance and feel afresh her blissful, ineffable touch.
Selah.
Some of my formative years, especially my late teens and early twenties, were packed with Christian creeds and doctrines. At the centre was a micro-managing masculine God who expected everything of me. I don't believe in that God anymore. I don't really believe in the feminine God of this poem either, though I come a lot closer to it with her. She is poetic and, like a lot of poetry, she's my doorway to the real thing..
(72/M/Perth, Western Australia)
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