The God who talks to children

Every child has known God:
not a God of names, or shapes;
not a God of do’s and don’ts;
not a God of alarming things;

but God who’s with you all the time,
can be talked with, silently,
because He understands all that you do,
knows just why you do it,
knows that you’re really always good,
but somehow do these other things;
you know that you and He are just so close,
that He’s always on your side;

And if He doesn’t explain to you
why He seems to go away somewhere
when you are seven or so –
maybe He thinks that it’s the time
for a game of hide-and-seek
between friends?

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(extrapolated from Hafiz’ ‘The God who only knows four words’)

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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