My God Is Love
Are we mystical beings? the child asked me.
Theological question given to thee.
How do I answer? I have nothing to hide.
My true response lies deeply way down inside.
Answer not easily given my child.
Oft given in dreams or walks in the wild.
So I say God wants you to hear your own truth.
Don’t listen to others or sayers of sooth.
Follow your spirit, your soul’s simple knowing.
Live your good hopes, your dreams always showing.
Answers will come from the love that you feel.
Not books or others, so follow your real.
I feel this: my God is love pure as snow.
And I hope to be His angel when I go.
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