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The foaming sea lit by the sun.

God Is Soft
   (an awesome discovery)

Morning dew glistens on the grass -
Green and soft under bare feet.
Air heavy with perfume and birdsong -
Sun dancing and warm on dappled leaves.

God is soft.

Young rabbits leap and jump with the sheer joy of living
And a white feather floats down
                                               down
                                                         down
Landing soundlessly on an early autumn leaf.

God is soft.

Yet life is hard - hard roads, metal gates,
       clashing sounds and scraping...
We create outer shells of armour and protection
With locks and bolts for added security.
My hard world needs the soundless touch
       of the white feather on the breeze.
My shell longs for the profusion of life
       and energy beneath its surface,
Waiting to be released by the kiss of the sun.

God is soft.

But softness comes from struggle:
The fledgling breaking through its shell,
The feather plucked and the pangs of birth.
Darkness and light - all one - day into night
And God, gentle and loving, comes in unnoticed.

Because God is soft.

Breda Gainey SSJA

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