‘God’
Who
Or what
Is God
For me?
Once he was
Like a storybook character
A man in the sky
Keeping watch
Over all his people
Like little ants
Scurrying around
In the world he had made.
He then slowly became
Some sort of vague concept
That was present
In times of prayer
And when I went to church;
A comfort in times of need
Loneliness and emptiness;
A nice idea
But one that only seemed
Semi-real
So hard to fathom
And connect to.
Now
He is not a person
Not an external entity
But at the very heart of life
Of me.
More than a feeling
A presence that becomes 'there'
When I settle on my knees in prayer;
He is no longer really even a 'he'
Only so for our human brains
And convenience
To satisfy our desire to name and label;
God is like the air I breathe
The blood pulsing through my veins
The intangible unseen
Yet truest
Most eternal and present reality
There is;
Infiltrating each and every moment
Every part of creation
Right down to the tiny sparrow
Hopping across the lawn
The soft stroke of wind
Across my bare cheek
The light in my mothers eyes...
He is with me when I wake
When I go about my work
Curl up on the couch
With a book
And a hot cup of tea,
When I walk down the street
Watch the trees
Blow in the wind
When I prepare and eat a meal
Chat with a friend,
Climb into bed
At the end of a long day …
In all the simple
Ordinary moments
He is right there
I am never alone;
Even when I forget,
Ignore,
Am distracted,
Oblivious
Or cannot feel
His presence.
He never leaves me.
My God
Is the inextinguishable glow
At the core of my being
As long as I Am,
He is too;
Flooding all that is
Has been
And will be.
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