The dance of Divinity seems to play out
In the duet of my daughter and me;
She still seems to want to come back
And see what it is that I see.
Our essence seems so different,
But our ties are still so strong,
That we can't for long bear the thought
That the other is entirely wrong.
Our faith must allow for the bonding
That shared responsibility engenders,
Not only the individual glory
That greed and competition renders.
So, why is it that the face of God
Is so often the face of a father?
Isn't it possible that Eternal Joy
Is also The Love of a mother?