Whatever.
I thought that I:
lost the power
fell from grace
left behind the Presence
Yet it remains anchored
Steadfast
It cannot be stripped from me
by a church that has exiled me
I was never to a Sunday Christian anyway
The gifts and the call of God are irrevocable
...were not given to me by man,
only confirmed..
Man cannot take it away
The heart I was given
the spirit that defines me
the gifts I share
The most important lesson I have ever learned -
that: "To love is to give"
will not be blotted out of my notebook.
So what am I?
I don't know
All I know is that my purpose here
Is to guide
to reveal
to those whom I sent
"You are not mere clay...Breathed of God is your first breath...and the light of eternity will shine upon your last"
No river is crossed
No path untravelled
No passage unjourneyed
...to which the gateway is not found within.
Beyond the boundary of the accepted, tolerated, comformable
is where you will find this cleric
Preaching in bars
reaching out on the streets
My only prayer:
Let me continue to defy
Assumptions of what can, should be done.
And in the end...
we shall all be on the long road home
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
Whatever.
I thought that I:
lost the power
fell from grace
left behind the Presence
Yet it remains anchored
Steadfast
It cannot be stripped from me
by a church that has exiled me
I was never to a Sunday Christian anyway
The gifts and the call of God are irrevocable
...were not given to me by man,
only confirmed..
Man cannot take it away
The heart I was given
the spirit that defines me
the gifts I share
The most important lesson I have ever learned -
that: "To love is to give"
will not be blotted out of my notebook.
So what am I?
I don't know
All I know is that my purpose here
Is to guide
to reveal
to those whom I sent
"You are not mere clay...Breathed of God is your first breath...and the light of eternity will shine upon your last"
No river is crossed
No path untravelled
No passage unjourneyed
...to which the gateway is not found within.
Beyond the boundary of the accepted, tolerated, comformable
is where you will find this cleric
Preaching in bars
reaching out on the streets
My only prayer:
Let me continue to defy
Assumptions of what can, should be done.
And in the end...
we shall all be on the long road home
Organized religion has always been a love hate-relationship with me. The support and fellowship comes at a price...
In the end, I have come to realize religions are all the same just a re-synthesis of the ones that have come before then.
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