There are nanosecond-millions
of proofs
of the existence
and omnipotence
and magnificence
and fierce gentleness
and protective love,
of our Father, God,
but the greatest,
no matter who you are,
is
you.
How
on Earth
or in Heaven
or in Hell
could a person
with your complexity
of such a magnificent blend
of good and evil,
physically,
mentally,
emotionally
spiritually or with a vehement lack of spirituality,
have been created
except
by a loving,
vibrant,
challenging,
supportive
Master Father
who gives you
free will
to reject
His very existence
or hate Him because
you don’t understand
the bigger picture
and/or because
you or I or others
have created havoc
with his gift
of free will,
yet He loves us ardently still?
(23 June 2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem