it calls
calls to me
from out of the sunshine
calls to me
in depth of darkest of night
calls to me
sprit of life enduring
calls to me
from river, leaf and trunk
for i have no need of pew
nor need of man made book
nor wealthy papal robes
nor least of all corruption
yes I hear the calling
as those before me heard
free minds still hear today
a faith ever enduring
a faith which asks for nothing
seeks no name nor robe
but gives everything I am
and all i ever shall be
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A brilliant summary of how we should listen to life's calling and be satisfied that the spirit of such is enough.
Thank you Fay. This one is from the heart.
Well stated my dear friend and poet, perfectly presented but not preached.... a view that many we be able to relate to, Iām sure...
Thank you Neville. There are enough holier than thou preachers on mps already. They seem to regard me as an atheist. Must be in their conditioning i guess.
A wonders glorious mystery, nothing more amazing than life it self. Once I turn off my mind š
Fantastic stuff my friend
Yes Dan, I have nodoubt you areas aware of the message from everything around you in nature too.
Says it all DA. Great stuff
LOL, hits the spot eh? Thanks for reading me and leaving a comment today Saxon Crow.
Love this..love this love this....nice work
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It had to be written really. I'm pleased you liked it, thank you for the brill comment.
A faith which asks for nothing but continued faith is the best there is. Great work.
Absolutely spot on with your comment. Thank you.
You have said it all in your words d a, I totally agree with you.
Andy
I thought this might chime with you.
If an atheist is one who refuses to be defined by organized theism, then like yourself, etch my name on that list - for I am a true believer of your thoughts.
Thanks for sharing
Definitely not an atheist here. That word to me is a convenient label applied to people like me by those who have been brainwashed into believing some man made religion and are too ignorant to perceive that there is any other spiritual way. It even offends them to point out that they have hijacked certain natural celebratory times of year (which existed long before their religions came into being) and renamed them to suit there newer religions purposes. Easter, to name but one, traditionally a time to celebrate fertility and regrowth (hence the giving of eggs).
Sorry for the rant here but i cannot identify as an atheist at all.
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