My god is the god of the deep.
Who protects with all encompassing waves,
Storms that clear swaths with their power.
Oceans out of which sprang forth the very beginnings of life,
And in which creation teams in color, vibrancy, and deep, deep diversity.
My god is a god who doesn’t fear the waters of emotions.
Who uses his embrace lovingly,
To breathe life into the very earth herself.
Who understands the ebb and flow of life and the pull of the moon.
My god is a god who gives the greatest of peace.
Always listening.
Unfathomable in his scope,
Yet still there to gently tickle your toes.
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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