SomeOne of authority

SomeOne of authority
 
It’s a winding course I’ve taken. 
It seems to have been set by someOne else.
 
I feel like a pawn in a grandiose, enigmatic game –
an unsettling notion at best yet not nearly as fearful
 
as the possibility that I make my way
through the world alone and unobserved.
 
I seem to possess abundant faith in God the Creator
but not so much in God the Beloved.
 
Our Creator I have generally taken to be self-evident,  
but it took someOne of authority, someOne I trusted,
 
to insist that God is Love . . . so that I began to follow
my heart, upturning all my previous assumptions.  
 
This ongoing examination and interrogation of mine
is not evidence of my disbelief
 
but proof of my abiding faith,
my skepticism merely a signature trait
 
(as the Creator is well aware)
of just who in the world I am
 
or at the very least, the imperfect role
I have been chosen to play.
 
O child of God, you can’t know the truth of God’s love
by looking it up in the dictionary.