I believe in E

 I believe in E


God for me is E

It’s always E for me

E is short for Espree

Is how we came to be. 


Espree is like Espirit

Sounding quite the same

Both are moving spirits

The source of life we claim. 


E is like the glue

That binds the world together

Espree is free to roam

Through time and farthest galaxies. 


E is supremely lofty

But giggly all the same 

E is the source of fun

Of joy and helpless laughter. 


E lives in every man 

At times it’s hard to see

E is kind and patient

The source of love and beauty. 


The Gaelic ‘spraoi’ sounds like spree

Means fun and games and joy 

Where E resides there’s laughter 

Sharing, caring, daring. 


E is in adventure,

Not only at the end

But in the middle and the start

Of every fence we mend. 


No need to pray to E

It’s present in all moments 

Except when evil stalks 

Evil marks its absence. 


E moves back in when evil tires

As tire it must and will

E is always there

He’s always keeping still. 


E you cannot taste

E you cannot see 

But knowing it is real

When you know, you feel. 


Everyone knows of E

If only unconsciously 

It’s there in every laugh

In every warm embrace. 


E’s around at Christmas

In the baby and the cattle

In the camels and the angels 

At every Christmas table.  

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