What we have is only as strong as what we believe. If our
faith abandons us, if our trust goes missing, then what remains is only a shell
– an empty space where once great hopes grew like a forest and dreams bloomed
like wildflowers along the road.
Steven
Charleston
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What do I believe?
What do I believe, really?!
Do I believe in God?
Do I believe that God is Love?
Do I believe that Love wins?
Do I believe that each one of us carries a little bit of
Sacred
And that each of us reflects, if only in a tiny, vague
way, the Divine Image?
Do I believe in prayer?
Do I believe that the Sacred actually makes a difference
in one’s life
Here and now?
What do I believe?
Do I trust the core tenets of my faith system,
or has, in reality, trust gone missing?
What does my heart say
as the sun eases its way into the sky
and makes its long, hot trek across the sky?
What happens as I watch the world burn (literally)
and hear of another shooting,
and hear the words of people who lie for power
and hate for profit
Does hope stir in my soul, verdant and fresh?
Do I dream of peace, and love?
or am I like one lost in the desert
in a dry and barren land where there is no water?
There are days when life is lost in the living
when I am dry and brittle
dragging this poor soul
painfully through the dryness
lost in the emptiness
but there are moments too
when the Wind quickens
and water wells up
like a spring
and glimpses of paradise appear
perhaps God’s grandeur, rippling across the sky at dawn
perhaps an eagle soaring
perhaps an act of kindness seen
experienced
offered
and for at least a moment I am once again
in the deep shadows of the forest
where the wildflowers bloom
in the presence of love
and trust is reborn
and so am I
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