God and Lotus blossoms

” Yin and Yang of God”  (or “How to muffle a chatter-box child)

One day my 7 year old chatter-box, or perhaps, chatter-machine, Catholic school going daughter threw me the big Questions;

How many Gods are up there ?

Are they men or women or both ?

What Gods  look like ?

What Gods eat ?

Are they happy ?

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Hmmmmmmmm.

Hmmmm.

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Can you spell G.O.D. the other way around ?

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On her face

Two dimples flowered up

Like two pinkish lotus blossoms

on a murky pond.

One day as I walked with my son hand in hand,
He said, there are things that I don’t understand,
How high is the sky? what makes it so blue?
And tell me, dad, what does God look like to you?
I said, He looks like a rainbow, just after the rain,
He’s as golden as wheat dancing over the plain.
He looks like the star when the night’s crystal clear,
He looks like a baby when mother is near.
His face is the moonlight reflected on snow,
His hair like garden where all flowers grow,
He’s heavenly eyes are as true as the sea,
My son, that’s what God really looks like.
His heart like a mountain so vast and so strong,
That’s why all his children have room to belong.
His smile is the morning we waken to see,
But you, my son, you are what God really looks like to me.

(For our daughters leaving the beloved parents, for to be loved back by their children)