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GOD

The God: always the 'God of the Fathers'; my

father's God. Love was here. Fascination too. And

fear. I spoke to God in Church and in my prayers.

I felt mystery in the hills and in the endless stars.

Not in my body. Spiritual life had nothing to do

with my body. God was not in singing and dancing,

playing and running wild. Only in my prayers and

in Church. With all that, I was drawn irresistibly

into a world of mystery.

The farthest galaxies recede

Beyond the reach of human sight

As starry rivers to that sea

Unbounded, shoreless, infinite,

From whence we come, to which we go.

In the beginning was the word.

Rosemary Dobson, 'Annunciations'

This was my life. I loved 'the exploration of God'.

I surrendered myself to it and adapted myself to

submission.

The Law was taught, at church and in school. I

learned it well. Another kind of death began - the

slow suffocation of soul.