The Idea of God

The Idea of God

The idea of God for me,

Has never been distinct from You;

You have chanted His name,

Once in the day,

Once in the night;

I have grown to see Him in You,

You are not His reflection,

But He is You,

And You is He;

The day which marked your arrival,

Now marks your departure,

The hundred years which do them apart

Is not all that You have left behind

But hundreds of Me

For whom You are Thee.