To understand God is to understand the way the wind blows
No man knows the path of another to a destination he will never know
Chained to the emotions pressed by the weight of the ego
The words of a forgotten confession we will never know
Never cold, never warm, never to see the stormes
Not a place without an image or a face
Hidden behind the cloak of purity is the dark night of the soul
To remember God is to remember where unconditional love comes from
Not a physical choice its value is unmeasurable heard from one voice
The pounding memories of the past carried by a simple man
The unspoken words never to see redemption, never to be forgiven
Never seen, never touched its value is so much
The thought of past lives is the only space it takes
Hidden behind the crimson cloak of sacrifice is the dark night of the soul
God is not man and man is not God
Man is just a container for the soul
God is light no way to be contained
Now comes the dawning light of the soul
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019