3 Haiku: Lens, Truth, and Weapon

Faith is a mere lens.

It is a way of seeing.

It clarifies life.


Faith is about Truth,

Truth as conveyed through Story,

Through ritual acts.


“Faith” becomes “Weapon”

When “Truth” is reduced to “Fact,”

“Story” to “Mandate.”

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In Spirit

Beneath the Cross, I find my home.

Yet wherever you may roam,

I hope you find the peace you need,

That you may be from mis’ry freed.

You may not share my home with me,

And find some other family.

But on the day we all return,

We’ll find we all have much to learn.

Yet if we seek, while we are here,

To love and help and lend an ear

To live with kindness openly,

Kin in Spirit we will be.

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I Believe

It’s not that I’ve left faith behind

I’ve simply cleared my space to find

That I’ve no room for doctrine’s press

Or creeds that cause my mind to stress

‘Bout whether I belong or not

I can’t abide that kind of thought

To me the Spirit’s ever-near

To anyone with ears to hear

Without regard to mosque or mountain

Church or temple, Spirit’s fountain

Waters any willing ground

In whom desire for truth is found

Even those that don’t believe

Can the blessedness receive

God only needs a gentle heart

Willing to do its own part

To make this world a better place

Regardless of the worship space

Now there are those who’d call me lost

A heathen, desperate doubter tossed

Among the waves of modern times

Dressing heresy in rhymes

And that’s just fine, think what you might

I’m only trying to spread light

And love and life as I know how

The rest just doesn’t matter now

But I must say before I go

God’s more than what we think we know.