Poetry

My Lord, some people say that You do not exist,
that You and Your crucifixion and resurrection
is but a fable
 
Others see You as an inaccessible, cruel God
who sits unapproachable
as a age-old man on a throne
 
and then there are those that say
that you are female
 
and others that do believe
that every thing in nature
do possess a part of Your godliness
 
and they believe that at a time
a person becomes part of You and looses the own identity
 
and others do believe that you have extradited
an imperfect world to its own nemesis
and that You turn Your back constantly on everyone and everything
 
but I do know You, for who You really are,
do experience Your presence constantly
 
and in Your word there is another image
of love that is selfless that I do find
and I see someone that goes to broken persons
bringing healing, love and peace.