Describe Your God

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"The silence of God is God."

Elie Wiesel

In moments of silence, moments of absolute peace, those rare moments when even the mind finds a place of stillness, he sometimes sensed that he could pass beyond the veil separating himself from god. In those moments, he felt he was close to the presence of god, perhaps as close as he could possibly get. Certainly as close as he had ever been.

He sometimes thought that god came to him in flashes—moments of personal perception when he recognized that unnamable presence in another, in an experience, in a feeling, in a thought, those moments when he’d sense the greatness of others, of times and experiences that touched his soul. Never two the same, never repeatable, yet always the same in and as god.

At one point, now it seems so long ago, he believed in a god of bibles and buildings, of prayers and practices. But he no longer believes in that god, in that kind of god. At times of doubt, he'd wonder when he lost his faith. At times of certainty and confidence, he believed he'd never lost his faith, but instead had transformed it, and been transformed by it.

God remained faceless, nameless, beyond the very nomenclature "god," for any attempt to define, describe, or pin down the term led down innumerable paths until he became lost. And yet, these twisting and turning paths, paths that defy retracing and mapping, would, at times, suddenly converge. But just as soon as they converged, just as soon as he thought he could reach out and find god, understand god, they would divide again into countless possibilities.

He wondered when god disappeared from bibles and buildings, prayers and practices. He wondered when he himself became god.



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Next week's prompt:

"I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death."
Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"