It is true we are made in His image
I saw His image in my heart
I stripped my heart
In search of answers
I was afraid I would not find Him
I was totally unaware of His presence
As I went about opening every closet of my heart
Seeking for the Truth
I stumbled across His light
My eyes opened
And I saw His presence
It was my absence
That made Him appear
It was my emptiness
That allowed me to see His face
It was my nothingness
That made me to see everything
I am His image
And He is my image
I saw myself in Him
And He saw Himself in me
I saw Love
And He saw Love
Love is His image
Love is the image of God
Love is God
God is Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem