When God was a woman, she let her hair grow long.
She sat not on a cloud but the earth.
When God was a woman, she revealed herself through plants and songs.
In the beginning was the smile and the smile was with God and the smile was God.
When God was a woman, she made love without force, ceremony or duty.
She coursed through a magical realm, where sounds were spells and the world danced to their intent.
When God was a woman, she was tender.
For all that is without was once within.
She sat not on a cloud but the earth.
When God was a woman, she revealed herself through plants and songs.
In the beginning was the smile and the smile was with God and the smile was God.
When God was a woman, she made love without force, ceremony or duty.
She coursed through a magical realm, where sounds were spells and the world danced to their intent.
When God was a woman, she was tender.
For all that is without was once within.
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