The Personality of God
Watching slow lazy traffic
Serene Church Sunday afternoon
In the soft and dreamy sunlight,
My mind drifts like a kite
Into happy memories
When my heart was child-like
With saint-like thoughts
Inspiring my prayer-tinged breaths.
It’s magical to meet strangers
On whatever paths they currently tread,
Tragically sad or ecstatically joyous,
And wish them Godspeed
And a lifetime of divine kindness.
Every soul is a piece to the puzzle
Of eternity’s mystical plan:
The more people we greet
In a genuine and spiritual way,
The closer we realize
The personality of God.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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