Celluloid God

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I hope God is like Alanis Morissette in Dogma
Child-like and irreverent
Joyous and delighting
Completely aware of and careful with her power

I hope God is an every-man like in Joan of Arcadia
The janitor or bus driver
The gym teacher or barista
The stranger we choose to see and who sees us in return

I hope God is like George Burns in Oh, God!
Humorously enigmatic and witty
Persistent and plain
A pleasant old man testing the boundaries of faith

I hope God is a cast of many players
Everyone of them divinely human
For we are no less God than God is us
Each of us part of the other in the oneness and wonder of all things

-gws

Listen

A conversation with God

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Why can't I hear you?
Because you are not quiet.
Why can't I feel you?
Because you are not still.
Why can't I trust you?
Because you are surrendering to fear and not faith.

I am speaking to you in songs on the radio.
I am comforting you when you feel the breeze drying your tears.
I am supporting you even though you feel you are falling.
I am reminding you that I am with you in conversations with your friends.

My love is stronger than your doubt.  
My strength is greater than your fear.
My arms surround you when you grieve.
My cheers lift you when you achieve.

I know you are facing what feels insurmountable.
I know you are grieving and frightened.
You must remember that I will not abandon you.
You must remember that I will see you through.

You are my child.
Made from stardust and moonlight.
I will believe in you when you do not believe in yourself.
I will stand strong when your knees buckle.
I will hold vigil when you walk through darkness.
I will love you through all things.

-gws


Something Greater

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When my heart is heavy I turn to you

I know you are there

waiting for me with open arms

offering comfort, love, serenity

I know you cannot remove my trials

I also know that you can help lighten the load by taking my tears

my sorrows

my angers, resentments, and animosities

you do not judge me for my smallness or my pettiness

you do not scold me for not making the next right choice

you love me

you hold my hurt like a mother does a child and kiss it away

the injury remains, but the sting is less

because your love is a salve like no other

you gift me with words and inspiration

so that I can bare my soul’s truth into the light

and start to let it go so that I am not transfigured

by my own anger and sorrow

you take my heartache and hand me joy

and you do it while reminding me that every day’s sunset

makes way for the next morning’s dawn where hope is born anew

-gws