In a dream, God spoke to me;
“You are my Son and I love you”
I replied,
I feel your generosity Lord, but must ask
what is it in me that causes your love?
God explained;
“You have seen a small child with its mother
It does not know anyone else exists
The mother scolds, praises, or perhaps
a little slap, but the child still reaches
wanting to be held by her
Disappointment, elation matter not
There is only one direction that the child turns
That is how you are with Me”
(Inspired by Rumi)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem