
This is one of my many collaged “Soul Cards.” I wrote a poem to go with it.
Once
I thought Source
Was a God
A God who was perfect
A God who could do no wrong
A God pure and dressed in
white
Floating somewhere above me
Above the world
Above the universe.
But the Bible says
God created us in his
image.
And so I thought about
that.
There are people of every
color
Every culture
Every language
Every belief system
And there are all kinds of
strange things
And strange people
That got put together on
this earth.
And what does that say
about the image?
Who is this God – this
energy – this creator – this source?
Maybe he, she, or it
Is creative in the wildest
sense of the word.
Maybe this Source has a
sense of humor.
Maybe Source is capricious
and doesn’t stop
To think
About whether anything
matches, or whether it fits
Or whether it will even
work or whether it will be destructive.
Maybe everything really
belongs
And it is our consciousness
That is a mistake. – Anne
Copeland December 1, 2008
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