Is your God made of Love? Poem

I don’t know if my god is the same as your god: Is it made of Love?

Does it want for you what you want for you?

Does it come to you with hands opened, asking nothing, but ready for anything?

Does it whisper to you of Light and of Stillness, and point you toward any of the paths that will take you there?

Does it remind you of your Seeing?

Does it remind you of your Knowing?

Does it remind you of the Gentlest Lover ever you’ve dreamed, caressing a weariness from your heart?

Is it ever late?

Is it ever gone?

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