Grasping God

You were not something

we could ever grasp~



You were a presence

that was felt in the soul

but could never be touched.



No, you touched us

with fingertips of mercy

and handprints of grace.



Your impression was left

for others to witness

in a tangible manner.



But we only knew you

inside and let that light

emanate through us.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "God is like love or the wind, beyond our comprehension, infinite enough to bear being worshiped in an infinite number of ways, merciful enough to not to care whether people pray to him in church or under a hedgerow, in Latin or English or Greek, crying or laughing."

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