The cold outside delicious, heat inside <br />making me nauseous, softly singing my <br />latest theme song “I will follow Him, follow <br />Him wherever He may go, There isn’t an <br />ocean too deep, a mountain so high it can <br />keep, keep me away, away from his love” <br /> <br />Rocking to the beat of the song’s second <br />part “I love Him, I love Him, I love Him, and <br />where He goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow…” then <br />it struck me, I am old enough to let go of the <br />idea of a God as father figure, now He is the <br />bridegroom and the bride is anyone <br /> <br />Renouncing the world, I feel an affinity with the <br />nuns dedicating their lives to Him, since His is <br />the only image that warrants the kind of love <br />giving meaning to life - I would love to chant <br />“He is my True Love” with the singing nuns, <br />I look with new eyes at my surrounds <br /> <br />I used to lament the lack of grandeur in life here <br />on earth where people and things fall short of the <br />magnificence my soul wishes to experience - but <br />they are only concepts in my own consciousness, <br />images of the principles that created this world - <br />as long as I keep my eyes on the loving energy <br /> <br />Flowing eternally, I can rejoice in the beauty of the <br />creative idea that will always be my ideal without <br />blaming anything for imperfectly representing the <br />love and integrity I shall always delight in!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1020-07-12-singing-nuns/
