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[thenami]

I am sometimes asked
why I believe the things that I do
like they are ridiculous acts of fiction
that have no proof or meaning
they are simply words written by men
to tell some kind of story

I do agree the bible tells a story
one of history and great hope
hardships and triumphs
I choose to believe the majority
it may not be as accurate as it can be
being it has been translated repeatedly

I read this book like it is a manual
one which gives me instructions
to use the tools given to man
which do confound the wise
who do not agree with any of them
I can only hope many will someday

for me it is a feeling deep within
a contentment inside my being
the gift of intuitions and knowledge
I am like a container for His spirit
and it is the only good thing in me
pure honest charitable kind and loving

when asked what or why I believe
my answers are easy to state
some might even question my sanity
but for me I dont require scientific proof
so yes I do feel different than non-Christians
because I have been reborn to be

the gifts I have been given freely are special
for they are from our Fathers own hand
as I look forward to feeling them daily
its His own way of communication
without the words or noise of the day
just the way He chooses it to be

knowing this brings me happiness
for I will have a forever home in heaven
might I share His light in this dim place
from a spark to a blazing fire to be seen
might I always do my best to shine for Him
so others can see His light in this darkness

 

[thenami]

let me just add
I do not pick or choose
I believe all of the bible
simply that the reality
of it being translated
so very many times
Im sure some of the original
thoughts and writings
were lost by time
and humanity

 

[thenami]

I breathe deep
for my gathered gloom
quickly evaporates
through each exhale,
as I watch closely
to the birds rest
but not so quietly
cause my pitt chases them,
from their calm comfort
in a pretty peach tree
he knows not right
only what we deem wrong,
nor of the chaos created
in those wee little hearts
covered in colorful wings
while I sit sipping coffee,
so finely ground it settles
into mud on the bottom
of my tiny delicate cup
wishing I had much more,
from a now distant place
I once called home
in another language
as I lay beside the pool,
I emptied it all too early
but Im glad that its clean
as I snooze guilt free
with a wet frisbee at my feet,
and a dog that knows
I'll play when when ready
as he too takes a nap
and lets me listen to the birds

Every once in a while, I like to read my writes. I can see this in my mind still, when writing it.