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.”
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.
Tao’s three treasures in the air.
No reason to separate.
Submit your will,
Sit in silence, waiting, still.
Pray to light,
Talk to trees,
Be with nature as you please.
Without the pressure to divide.
Pray the Rosary,
Cultivate the Tao within,
Do what leads you home.
Embrace the values
To which the symbols point us.
Don’t confuse the two.
No faiths are “from God;”
Yet in them She may be found
For She dwells in all.
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.