Poetry of a Spiritual nature

Date:   5/17/2013 10:34:06 PM ( 11 y ago)

Speak to Me of God

“Speak to me of God,”

the child said.

I took her to the mirror.

“Look there,” I said.

“That is the Face of the Divine.”

“Speak to me of God,”

the child said.

I took her outside to Earth.

“Touch here,” I said.

“This is the Body of the Divine.”

“Speak to me of God,”

the child said.

I pointed out Bird flying overhead.

“Watch there,” I said.

“Those are the Wings of the Divine.”

“Speak to me of God,”

the child said.

I showed her Horse running.

“See there,” I said.

“Those are the Legs of the Divine.”

“Speak to me of God,”

the child said.

I took her to Ocean.

“Step in,” I said.

“Here is the Life Blood of the Divine.”

“Speak to me of God,”

the child said.

I felt Wind blowing.

“Feel that,” I said.

“That is the Breath of the Divine.”

“Speak to me of God,”

the child said.

I hugged and kissed her.

“Know this,” I said.

“This is the Love of the Divine.”

by mayah

©5-17-2013

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