Wednesday, April 30, 2014
God
I try to know you. But my job is to just believe. The more I try to unravel you, the farther I feel from you. The farther I feel from you, the farther I feel from me. You are even when you're not. To believe in you is to believe in me. You are my faith. My faith is you. You are in me. I am in you.
To love you, I have to love me and mine. I feel you in everything I feel. And isn't that the only way to know you?
I kept looking for you in idols of clay and temples of stone. But I found you in fleeting moments.
I tried to listen for you in chiming bells. But I heard you in my child's giggle.
I wanted to talk to you via chants and prayers. I finally spoke to you via introspection.
I wanted to understand you through science or religion. But I could only reach you through humanity.
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Great. the realization that life is something magical struck me when I watched the plastic bag float around and rise up, fall, twirl and rise again in the American beauty. God manifests through little wonders, sometimes the best way to look for him is to stop looking for that one big magical moment, instead concentrate on the little things in life :)
ReplyDeleteNow be regular here madam. It's a little joy for me to read your posts.
Fanfully W