Thoughts and images racing through my mind. Feelings of longing, of confusion and uncertainty. Who are you Maponos? Divine youth. Lord of Dreams and Lord of Song? Gentle healer perhaps?
Why is it that thoughts of you keep coming into my mind? What is that you wish of me?
Is it your voice I hear in the rain falling and wind blowing in the autumn light?
Are you my childhood support and companion? Did you answer to another name or was that a gentle loving Jesus in truth? Does it matter what names that Lord of Love I once knew so well may have?
And as I muse and wonder on who you are the rain and sun combine before me to bring the marvel of a double rainbow.
I stand at my front door, my beloved daughter in my arms and we gaze at this fleeting wonder.
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How often I have asked myself such questions.
And although we might sometimes think no answers are forthcoming, did they not reveal themselves to us in the question?