Idea of your gods
For gods can never know the
Friendship of wanderers or the
Sky-eyed host of grasstreaders,
Oceangazers, treetouchers
But that was the test wasn't it?
God is:
"That than which nothing
Greater can be conceived"
But I can conceive it
And its conception fills me like a
Star-lapping wave,
With a truth that didn't come
From a book,
It surpasses the paper gods,
It is greater by a green mile,
By a host of singing lights
That illuminate my heart,
It is the love of a dear friend that
Shares the long road and
Sheds my tears
The sunlight through the trees
Upon the infant's pure eye,
The space between our
Longing and Eternity,
Present at every moment
For those with
Eyes to see,
Good hearts,
Faces turned toward the
Rising lands and waters
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