As A Witness
I find it really strange
That those who speak of God
Have had no evident range
Of His Being, and that's sad.
Like a blind man describing
What light is, and how
Bright and illuminating
It is to see...and to know.
But without knowledge of Him
Some speak in deep darkness
Delineating things at whim
Exposing vain emptiness!
For how can one speak
Of a God he never met?
Never encounter, never seek,
Yet presumptions there are set?
For valid statements lay
On the rock of experience
As a witness I can truly say
I've come to know God's Presence.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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