it was as if
heaven opened
opening my mind
filling me with
reassurance.
there was light
there was love
shining down
into me
questions were
washed away
and faith
became my way
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You gotta have faith! I do like your poem.
Thanks Fred. Good to see you on MPS again.
Unexpected knowing your thoughts on religion but, yes faith can shine and can be in yourself and your loved ones - as it is for me. Fine write dusk.
Religion being something people are psychoed into from childbirth - virtually made to feel bad if they dont believe what they are told to believe and given no alternatives is something i continue to oppose.
My faith came about following a series of events which happened to me and i found truth. The concept of 'heaven' does not belong to any established faith or religion, it is a well accepted euphemism.
I agree with your comments about having faith in yourself and those around you. Faith too in human nature in all its guises be they good or bad. Becomes a sort of unconditional love.
Your Faith is your own as mine now is go the way that it leads you and all will be wonderful.
Yes indeed, inner strength.
Yes, faith, not caught up with some of the negative things connected with 'religion'.
Yes orchidee, I agree.
I do believe it can happen like this for some folk.... faith or enlightenment.. that may be the question.... Nice one sir.... N
Thats a good word you introduce here 'enlightenment'. Rather that than something forced into our childhood minds 'indoctrination'.
Thanks Neville.
Light and love are heaven's great gifts - you pen this so well Dusk... thanks for sharing.
Thank you Fay. Our faith is a very personal aspect of life for many of us. Just a once a week ritual for some.
What a great day to post a poem like this must be something about the 20th 😉
Glad I also just wrote the other reply as I did... Legend!
I think it comes from looking at things from another angle and once you begin to do that more and more other things become clearer to us from that different angle. Special days are happening all over the place all the time.
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