To love God
is to love the newness of Now
to exhilarate in the no-one-knows-how
to marvel at mountains and faces and tails,
rivers and eyebrows and feathers and scales.
To love God
is to travel the spaces between
we, me and you -- and us, they and them,
knowing that both here and there
are just scenic pauses in one Everywhere.
To love God
is to call all small things by name
while seeking the infinite nameless “I Am”
at rest in the gap between different and same,
undisturbed by the organized notions of man.
To love God
is to know that what appears to be broken
is a coveted invitation to open -
that a wound is tear that lets in the light
and wakens the sleeper from blindness to sight.
To love God
is to bless the was-ness of Is,
and to meet the will-be with a welcoming kiss -
to dance to the music that no one composes
holding hands in a circle that never quite closes.
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Randy Bauer
March 27, 2021
Karen, I read this often and it opens myself to the mystery and the paradox of God. We humans want to know God, but God isn’t to be known. We can only experience Him thru creation, and hope, and love. This poem takes me past the knowing to the unknowing.