When they ask you to tell of God’s grace
Remember the touch of her hand on your face.
Speak to them of this.
If they ask how God set the stars in the skies.
Remember the light that shines from her eyes,
And bathe in this.
And if they ask “Does God answer prayers? ”
Listen to the music of her feet on the stairs,
And dance to this.
Are the judgments of your God fair?
Consider the perfume of your lover’s hair.
Give praise for this.
Is His the light from the sun and the moon?
No, think of your smile as she enters the room,
And sing of this.
[Note: This poem is not a reflection of my relationship
to God or my understanding of love.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't think the belief or non belief matters. it reads like a very beautiful song or chant. I like this a lot.