I never chose the normal path – had no appeal for me.
A rebel, dreamer, seeker is what I proposed to be.
I traveled far to many lands. I broke conventions ties,
A seeker and a wanderer sorting truth from many lies.
I dug in many gardens, plucked fruit from many trees
‘Fore I understood at last what I was called to be.
from June 2014
I believe in love in spite of the hate I see in graphic media footage, I believe in light in spite of the darkness that pervades the arts and society as a whole, and yes, I believe in God.
There was a time I didn’t. I felt the existence of a God of love amidst this mess of violence and corruption was a fantasy invented by man’s need for reassurance, for a superman who would make things right. (How telling the preponderance of super heroes nowadays).
I’d tried most things, education, travel, Buddhism (and other religious teachings), the quest for love, and a great many less acceptable things in my desperation, when God pretty much hit me over the head in an intense personal encounter that changed my life and perspectives forever. I realized God didn’t need my belief in him to be real. He was there whether I believed…
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