The Processed Woman

God is love. How can I say I love God whom I cannot see, and hate my fellowman? I have to see the God spirit present in them, which will allow me to love them despite their flaws. In sin did our Mothers conceive us, and in it were we born. No love individual or collective is greater than the other. The universal language of love is as open as the endless sky, and unfathomable as the bottomless ocean. I experience the love of Christ within me, as I lay in silence connecting with him through meditation. I feel an intimate bond that transcends all human comprehension, and I know that I am loved totally and unconditionally. In that moment I sense the presence of supremacy, and I know I am loved. My desire is to now express this love in thought, deed and action to those with whom I come in contact and share space with on earth. Though a person might offend me physically, a deeper love exists in each of us connecting us spiritually on a higher level.