Song of a Spiritual Agnostic
God smiled and laughed
God wept and cried
God had my face
God was in my hide
And all the sun rays warming
all the cold winds blowing
every mosquito bite
and each lovely sight
every day
and every night
God talked
and was there
and I knew it.
And I still know it.
In every perfection
and every deformity
there is God
infinitely
infinitesimally
ingrained
in conformity with what must be
and is
always was and will be
reality is God
don't you see?
If you don't
that's ok
you are part of Him
Her
or It
anyway.
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