The Lord whispered to me, "I love you so,"
"Come follow me, my child, high places we will go."
The Lord knelt beside me at an altar in prayer,
He wiped my tears and took away my despair.
Poetry about the search for God
Is there a higher power or a God out there? Why did It create us? What is the meaning of it all? When one is on a spiritual quest, these are some of the questions one encounters. Of course, if such a being were to show itself, that would answer all our questions. But without questions, might that take some of the excitement out of the search? The world is intended to be a place of free choice. The more clearly God is manifest in the world, the less we can choose to ignore his presence. His choice not to show himself is a gift to human beings to be able choose their own destinies.