Who is God?

Writing this title, I am afraid it seems,

That I might know some deep answer,

To a question whose origins,

Are older than water, and sky, and dirt itself.

My granddaughter, when asked, had a simple reply,

“You know, Grandma, He’s that guy in the sky,

The one who does all the good stuff.

He has always been up there and always will be.’

She said it with such presumptuousness,

No argument over doctrines or who’s Bible is right,

She’d no need to talk of faith or truth,

Or right and wrong, or of Heaven and Hell.

Then I seemed to recall, from my own simple reading,

That one of the titles God used for himself,

Was to simply say,

“I Am.”