To tell the truth,

I hadn't thought about Him

for a while- but I felt

His breath when He was

anxious about me- it was warm

and full of novas exploding

into double stars.

"Come." He said,

looking like He needed to talk.

I advanced and He said,"far enough,

don't be bold", so I sat in folds

of apprehension about a foot away.

He looked so familiar, and yet

held a countenance unlike I'd seen.

"You have some doubts about My work?"

Yes, yes, but should I admit it?

I did,and he smiled and said " most do."

"Why don't you explain more to your people?"

I blurted out( oh, oh, I'm in for it now)

" You won't believe my rote to you.

Come to your own truth and it will be mine.

You are my child, with my truth embedded

in your heart, clinging to the death,

and birth of your spirit." "I see." I replied.

He sat with forgiveness, and wisdom

I had never seen and yet when he smiled,

(yes , he smiled ) with sparkling eyes

and a knowing chuckle -he looked a lot like my Dad.

02/11/2005

Posted on 02/11/2005
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