My love is like a gazelle.
Like a young stag.
Is belief emotional or rational.
Bewildered we zig and we zag.

My beloved lifts up his voice.
He says to me ,come my lovely,come.
Belief is not just a thinking choice.
It is a distant insistent drum.

Come then my love.
My lovely one come.
Hiding in the clefts of the rock , my dove.
This call from God, a nearby insistent hum.

In my dream I asked if faith is instinct or reason’s treasure trove .
But really it is just passionate love.

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Is God proved by faith
Or is reason the sure key
I think it is both

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See The Song of Songs 2:8-14