that allowed creation to be?
How could a lover fall to his death
from the arms of infinite
How active you are in the mind sustaining such a great wall
that the sun can cast a frightening shadow
the world believes.
No one has ever really known sadness. No real God
would ever allow pain.
How then can a heart feel it is broken and in need
if we are held in the arms of infinite
That mirror you (God) stand before —
we need to gaze into it also.
That name you called Beloved
as I fell from your lips —
because I did not quite
so tell me again dear One