Events, reflections, feelings and then…. a poem on a subject I am “in utero” on…. in so trying to imagine the true greatness of Divine Truth is beyond me as yet…. but still.. partly felt, partly imagined.. it’s a start…
A Gift more precious than Gold, from God
A Love greater than we can imagine
A flower as strong and beautiful as an orchid
Outstanding when seen, experienced.
A treasure beyond our understanding
To be held close to our hearts
Away from the dust; a mirror to our errors. ..
This Truth is.
Not a joke, or way to boost our morale..
Not a thing to help us avoid our pain,
Our low self worth; our hopelessness.
Not a tool to build up our value above
And beyond our brothers and sisters,
Or ride on the facade wave of intellect
And self importance.
Not this .. this Truth.
An eternal light,
Shining in darkness,
Capable of banishing it all.
An honour to discover; to seek; to find.
A reflection of the glory of its Creator.
Permeating all Creation,
Holding hands with True Love,
This Truth it is.
Not to be abused or used,
But to be ever sought.
Not to be taken lightly
In the measure of its worth.
Nor misinterpreted by egoic self absorption.
But held as a torch for the narrow path,
To God and Love
A song of Love and adoration
From the Father of All
A Way: The Way
To know Him, Her, Our God..
With this Truth…
Beautiful, light, bright,shining…
Maxine Bell 2016