How I Paint It

If God will appear

In front of me, He is

Faceless. Not even a

He. Much appropriate to call God

It. Not even a

She. It is God and God is

It. Everything is God.

If I would believe to see

God, It is formless. Not even

Solid. Not even liquid. Not even

Gas. Or even plasma.

God that can’t be held, can’t be

Touched. God that can — will not say “only” — be

Felt. For God is

Love. And love is

God.

© Jenn Besonia

11.29.2010