This I Believe

Debby - Red Wing, Minnesota
Entered on November 29, 2006
Age Group: 30 - 50

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 …

the One.

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,

and inquire.

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.

The Greatness

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.

To evil,

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?

Misdirection, possible?

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,

to know,

and embrace the Essential.

Debby Beumer Bradley