Half-A-Century Old…And I’ve Lost My Religion
Half-A-Century-Old…And I’ve Lost My Religion
Half-A-Century—
to some…a mere passing of years
to others…a million years.
Quietly immersed in the cup of
my life,
I’m pouring out what is
no longer necessary—
my religion.
It is not like I woke today
and began spilling out
all unnecessary ‘content.’
Actually, without even
realizing it—it was as if a
stone had been rolled away.
That’s it exactly—
a stone rolled back which
covered an entrance to my
inner chamber—
light seeped in…
A warmth unable to be
put into words— now experienced.
Nothing made sense.
There was no great epiphany
and still everything was
moving—
and, I sat in the silence…
motionless.
That one stone—
a corner stone
once removed while
all the other stones began
to topple.
The weight of distorted
messages broken down—
the incense now
able to rise.
The wooden pews…
the pointed steeples…
the stained glass windows…
no longer block
the relational wonder of
creation—
pulling me
from death to life.
Do I understand all that
is happening?—goodness, no!
I move from the rubble
not lost—but for a
first time…FOUND.
I can hardly begin to
anticipate what the next half
century shall unearth
for
I can only utter,
“What a time for celebration.”
Sandra, thanks for continuing to share your thoughts, words and photography. I look forward to receiving them, and love the “food for thought” they always provide. Hope this message finds you well in body and spirit.
With love,
Fran
Deep gratitude…
The stone is rolled back
my Sister walks out
revived, renewed, resurrected
she walks forth
I greet her with a knowing smile
and hug from my heart
It’s not a physical hug
for I cannot touch her yet
she is Ascending
Her radiance helps me to take a pause
and remember to breathe
Breathing before I step into
what she’s walked forth from
The pause helps me to question
helps me to discern
helps me to know my intentions
helps me to be clear
I walk in and take a seat
I have not been here in a long time
on a steady basis such as this
I insist that the stone remain rolled back
leaving the door wide open
It feels like a changing of the guard
Can I be in this world, but not of it?
Yes Lord, yes Lord, yes yes Lord
I Am a Light in the dark
Happy Birth Day my dear Sister.
Lisa Marie
Your words take my breath away!!!
I feel you here and we are all together once again.
Thank a million.
This tells my story exactly.
I am happy, joyous and free.
Love,
Terry
Shine On…
I searched for this poem today. I needed to re member at this time. What a wonderful opportunity it’s been this past hour to reread these poems that fill my cup, and pictures that touch my Soul. I appreciate… and as tears fill my eyes, I remember.