A friend asked me today, “Do you love God?”
An unnerving question to me,
as my life of late has not displayed any evidence.
I am a creature who loves running,
and religion is another thing I run from.
But the question was not are you a Christian
Or are you going to church, but do you love God.
I answered her Yes… but this question rebounded
around in my soul for a while.
God is such a misunderstood word;
such a powerful word.
A word that causes mankind to fight, to war,
as well as love.
A word that raises barriers, builds walls,
as mankind tries to contain the uncontainable;
define the indefinable.
Who, what, where, why is God?
And DO I truly love him?
My trail is very spiritual in this life,
yet I am bound in an intensely sensual body.
I try and balance the two ends of the stick.
Sometimes, I walk with joy, with power, and with love:
at other times, I am the wanderer.
Do I truly love God…
yet the definition of that word is not clear within;
muddled by the trek of this life.
I look around me and see this creation’s glory,
and I say, Yes.
But what does this affirmation mean within my soul.
I run along at times, while at other times, I walk.
Sometimes I just sit in the grass beside the brook.
I do know one thing for sure…
I have the soul of the wanderer.