This I Believe
I believe we each have our own path.
I search to find my own.
The craving to connect spiritually leads me to …
I cannot force or finalize it for anyone, not even myself.
I may try only to be an inferior guide for another on a journey I can never own.
I am only able to draw attention to,
what I call, divine results,
describe my feelings,
To cement into my way
or lay claim to the direction of another
is only self-idolatry
Only the Light draws us close, and closer.
I have the desire, craving the fullness of Spirit.
I seek to be in communion
with the gentle and tolerant one.
But I cannot dictate, demand, or control it.
I am not this one.
does not reside in office, color or gender
but envelopes worlds
beyond the minuscule human distinctions.
Not to be distracted, or reduced like a recipe.
I cannot produce nor demand an appearance, yet those who see, and feel,
will be shaken and made aware.
Rules do not bind.
They are not written or spoken, but felt.
The One who is Connection
speaks to my heart.
No others hear the direction given me,
even I have the opportunity to ignore.
Actions affect all,
whether self-consumed or out-reaching.
The eternal result
will dwell within my spirit
to carry beyond time.
My history, I create and claim for myself.
The paths of injustice or aid,
growth or control,
persecution or life,
honor or deceit.
I ask The One who is Pilot
to reveal the clearing,
for I am only feeling my way,
trying to navigate by way of the human map.
This map, I tell you,
has been used by so many.
I question the accuracy
and ponder if the ink hasn’t been worn off
by constant handling.
Are sections re-written as the ink smears?
Wisdom and experience are stunning teachers.
The One who is Elder utters…Am I receptive?
I may welcome The One who is Spirit
But am required to allow it to return.
I am awed by what remains.
The Strong One welcomes all
and separates itself
from the actions of injury and destruction.
Who can be taught or teach?
Can I venture beyond the notion that knowledge is only for the upright?
Are the skies, seasons,
and stars not professors of the eternal?
And yet, the animals…
Can they be ignored
because I don’t know how to hear their language?
How can I be student to the power of their example?
My charge is to constantly change,
if not, I am dead.
Dead in my body, soul, and mind.
There must be movement to connect,
and embrace the Essential.
Debby Beumer Bradley
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