Conversations With God - Fred Lamot
Everybody seems to be having
conversations with God.
So I had one too.
"God," I said, "I only have one question.
Why did You create the universe?"
"I don't remember," God replied.
"Does it matter?"
I wouldn't take this for an answer,
so I pressed the issue.
"Scriptures declare that You
spoke the Word of creation.
Doesn't your Word mean anything?"
God thought about this for a moment,
then replied, "No. I was just singing."
I demanded an explanation. God said,
"Just humming a melody for my Beloved,
who was quietly dancing.
She inspires everything I do.
She has been my delight
from the beginning.
At the world's creation,
I stroked her dark hair
as she lay her head against my shoulder.
I'm not even sure of her name.
Sophia? Shakti? Ishq'Il Haqq?
I only know, She is my Silence
"But Lord," I said, "philosophers
and scholars search for meaning.
Is there no Reason behind your work?"
"None at all," said the Creator.
"I'm just in love.
What more do lovers need?"