Once upon a time I gave to my sister a riddle,
“If God made the world, what made God? “
To which she did reply,
“God is Love Unborn, always forever
in the world but before it, and not of it.”
I pressed her, “So where is Love?”
She gave me back a riddle,
“Without Love, nothing you see could ever be,
but you will never see Love, just its sign.”
Whereupon she hugged me nigh unto her.
Today, sixty years after,
I recall sister’s riddling
response to my cleverness
whenever I see people
who seem to love each other
shamed by others for sharing
very Love. My heart screams out,
Fret not, for you are so loved, as the world.
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