The cold outside delicious, heat inside br making me nauseous, softly singing my br latest theme song “I will follow Him, follow br Him wherever He may go, There isn’t an br ocean too deep, a mountain so high it can br keep, keep me away, away from his love” br br Rocking to the beat of the song’s second br part “I love Him, I love Him, I love Him, and br where He goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow…” then br it struck me, I am old enough to let go of the br idea of a God as father figure, now He is the br bridegroom and the bride is anyone br br Renouncing the world, I feel an affinity with the br nuns dedicating their lives to Him, since His is br the only image that warrants the kind of love br giving meaning to life - I would love to chant br “He is my True Love” with the singing nuns, br I look with new eyes at my surrounds br br I used to lament the lack of grandeur in life here br on earth where people and things fall short of the br magnificence my soul wishes to experience - but br they are only concepts in my own consciousness, br images of the principles that created this world - br as long as I keep my eyes on the loving energy br br Flowing eternally, I can rejoice in the beauty of the br creative idea that will always be my ideal without br blaming anything for imperfectly representing the br love and integrity I shall always delight in!br br Margaret Alicebr br