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A poem in free verse form. |
Why I Want to Touch God To lose myself in infinity & eternity, Merging with everything that is, Has been, Ever will be. Realising that there is no time And there is no space Because in true Reality Everwhere and everwhen are all at once Here, right now. To become one with the Force, The unthinkably Massive. Too big by far to allow me To hold onto my tiny separate existence. My grasp on who I think I am Is pathetically tenuous in the face Of something so overwelming, So universal, So All Mighty, As to not exist at all. I have to let go of myself, Yield to the wondrous enormity Of the feeling of the Truth Which blots out my sense of self As the brilliant, scorching summer sun Blots out the faint distant stars. To know the ever present unknowable Which deep, deep down We all have always known. To experience what it all means, Life, The Universe, Everything, In a way which moves & transforms me forever, In the deepest, most central part Of my sense of who I am. I will have touched God And nothing will ever be the same again. |