Jody Gomez Posted May 13, 2006 Share Posted May 13, 2006 Mother and father knew God and were glad to explain.I was happy to listen. Love is a conversation.When I said yes, they agreed, and I agreed.They touched me when they said. I understoodthe touch before the words. There is nothing to arguein being held closest. Had God been a lion,I would have done my best to grow a mane,and to catch lambs to leave dead on His doorstep.I could catch nothing. I was left to believe.Love echoes love. I said what I was toldfor my pleasure in who told it, for my needto be held in the telling, apart from true and false.The conversation is over. Given a choicebetween Dante and a stone over two graves,what shall I read? I have no mother and father.They have no God unless I remember oneas part of a conversation I forgetexcept that it pleased me to be touched in the telling.I read this poem, and it struck me with how true it is with children that "love echoes love." I hear my 5-year old son all the time echoing things I have said, even when he does not have a full grasp upon them. The other day he told someone that, "god did not make the universe, quarks did"!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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