David was divine—
a father, like God,
a brother, like Jesus,
& a feeling, like the spirit
the missionaries spoke of—
the feeling that converted.

The crucifix served as a focus
for my self-induced hypnosis
as I convinced myself that
this 3-headed entity
called “The Godhead” existed.

I saw in God the Father,
a father;
in Heavenly Mother,
a woman of awe & mystery,
& the mother of the One who saw me as His.

I had just now given myself permission
to believe in something I could not see,
simply because I wanted to.
I was free—free to believe in Him.

I was ready to accept Jesus into my heart,
whether He existed or not;
I accepted the idea of Him,
& when I did,
He came,
& stayed.