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I am unworthy to talk of faith
When it comes to religious feats
I know we can not all be wrong
God is who we say He is, though
I wonder who we say He really is
From whom He is, and who He is not
I look at the sacred places of adulation
To see holy empires and kingdoms
Unlike the glorious days of Olympians
Of gods pleading to be left alone
From the extractions of idolatry
That has gripped our belief systems
On the eternal journey of mankind
From what we think is pure and true

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or maybe a God is a She... Interesting concept.

always, Cat

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God may be a She. Look at the entire creation and taking them as children, it is only a mother that gives birth. thank you for the observation, I did not mean to downplay motherhood, best wishes.


A rekindled faith - Dancing in the Light

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