What is that you say?

What is that you say?


… That you own her? 

That God belongs to you, and to you alone? 

That would be as like laying claim to the very clouds in the sky, 

Indeed, that would be as to preen above all and proclaim that you command the breeze itself, 

Verily, and further then boast that you are also as master over every single rainbow, every strike of lightning, every peal of thunder. 

That you own them, as you own God. 

Truly, on such a claim even as this, you further declare as King, as Queen, over Love, over Hate, over all the humours, pronouncing them as your property, in their entirety.

And truly as you speak as such in boast, in bombast, in braggadocio, would you then claim to also be as Lord over all her sons, all her daughters, too; as is Adam, as is Eve, as are all her goodly creatures, and even all as such through Abraham, and Isaac, and Ishmael, and Noah, and Moses, and Solomon, and Jesus, and every a one as them, and every a one as in between. 

What is that you say?

That you own them too? 

That they belong to you, and to you alone? 

And to that there be only one truth.

That she is the God of all. 

That everything belongs to her.

And she belongs to everything. 

And this be the divinest of truths in ownership, in belonging, in all.

The Church of the Holy Sepulchre / The Round Church, Cambridge, England, U.K. ~ 26 July 2023