Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Faith

posted by Ayla

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I believe in you and me.

I believe in our capacity to do great things. I believe that we can create and destroy. I believe that we have the power to change the world. I believe that our decisions, indecision, and non-decisions actually shape the world.

I believe that love, kindness, and compassion were born when we decided to be selfless. Forgiveness, bravery, and courage sprung when we realized we were free.

I believe that we can do miracles. A sleight of the hand can bring a smile to a child's face. A helping hand can build a family a home.

I believe that when a person goes on a spiritual journey, he actually finds himself, not God.

I believe that if there is such a thing as the divine, there is no need to look up above, or elsewhere. Look at me; see through me. You and I, we are equal.

You gaze in wonderment at stars and search endlessly for beautiful love because that is who you are- a poet, a storyteller. But, not everyone will share your muse.

See this. We are the same yet we are different. That, in itself, is beautiful.

I know of a black man who changed the world in November. I heard of a woman who saved her charge in the middle of gunfire. And I've long read of a man who preached tolerance and died on the cross.

If God is anything beautiful, then I believe he, she, or it exists. He was the black man who became president. She was the brave nanny. He was the one crucified.

Look at me. There is no need to look elsewhere.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"