The rope I grip has begun to fray,
The knots I tied have slipped and drawn slack,
From the truths that control my motions, and count my days
It’s time I pushed away from this shore of security
Towards the dawn of a new light, a twilight in the horizon
Beyond what I know, what I believe and accept as certainty
There are no truths, only beliefs which impede my progress
Faith corrupts my mind and my relationship with wonder
Wonder……….
There is space between my days and the sun,
A vastness deeper than my mind accepts and these eyes are willing to trace
The words and verses that have limited my expansion fade behind dark clouds,
The ancient ink bleeds like rain on blank pages in the antique Book,
Dissolving the Old and the New into the Here and the Now
This is the Religion of the faithful, the hope in ourselves
The hope in each other, the hope in a new dawn
Very good.
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Awakening to the wonder and awe which dwells within, without, in all of the miraculous Creation? The ancient mystics knew it and lived it. Theology destroyed it. (Are our thoughts in the same ball park?)
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Yup, you just hit it out of the park
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Beautiful.
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Beautiful and poignant
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Beautiful indeed!
XxX
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Thank you Ms. Patty
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