Pondering ahoy . . .
. . . gift of a sleepless
night!
I recall as a wee child
thinking this shiny,
somewhat escued
figure a seat high in
the clouds, watching
over us, was this God
the adults were often
talking about!
I also remember the
nightly. now I lay me
down to sleep ritual.
As an elder woman,
I get that everyone
and each religion has
their own personal
vision and/or version
of God. Perhaps, 'tis
possible the church
makes an effort to
give us a picture.
In my dotage, I have
given up imaginings
of who, what, where
God just might be.
For now, I hold the
deity in my heart with
no need to color in the
details of my possible
imginations.
Blessed be . . .
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