I wrote this poem around age 3-5. I think it shows I was already a Quaker at heart:
O God who art a kitchen stove
Please keep me warm and bright.
Keep me very warm and bright
with thy stovely light.
I feel I have held my silence for too long. It seemed fortuitous that the March issue of SPARK had a front page article by a member of the Buffalo meeting and later an editor's note saying "let's talk about it".
How one nontheist Friend encounters Love rather than a belief in a traditional God.
There are “traditional” ideas in the Religious Society of Friends of God and/or Christ and how one ought to conform to those ideas. I’ve been inspired by this question from George Fox: “… but what canst thou say?”
