God met me as a father
God met me as the son
God met me as friend,
As each and everyone
God met me as a stranger
The stranger on the bus
Without any pretences
A slob like one of us
He met me as an angel
Or devil in disguise
He showed me forms I chose to see
Through my half open eyes
He waited for me patiently
Prepared for us to meet
But when I saw him in the mirror
He swept me off my feet
The Self
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2 responses to “The Self”
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I think a line is missing.
‘God meet me as a daughter.’-
Agreed ..mother too…everything, everyone
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