God

Essence of god

God

 

I melt with the snow on the tops of mountains

I babble with the voice of the humble waters

I sip from the lake on the open plains

 

I crumble from the rocks in the foothills

I blow with the sand in the desert air

I roll with the herds in the mud filled wallow

 

I feel the rain as it rolls down this skin

I grow in the tree that reaches skyward

I am born with the bird in the hollow

 

I watch the moon as it rounds the sky

I meet the cold wind with my face

I am the doe that the fawn does follow

 

I am the hand that holds the flame

I am the solitary cloud in the clear sky

I stalk the calves as the buffalo run

 

I am the sound of the earth as it moves

I am the silence in the timeless cave

I still hear the first heartbeat of the sun

 

I leave the womb when the child is born

I die the day a life is through

I dissolve into time as I’ve always done

 

I melt with the snow on the tops of mountains

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Taoist's perspective of god...

Reviews

[The Musings of Mary H.]

Beautifully written! God is trully action-oriented, this I believe too. Great job!

blessings,
Mary