Believing Deeply ...

It's the music.
Always the music.

Hymns to the glory of God.
Choral music rich and Latin.

Pipe organ wealth of sound.
Minor and major, somber and playful.

Great words of God's love.
God's faithfulness to creation.
Grace abounding.
Forgiveness unconditional.

My heart is moved.
Deeply.
Tears unbidden.
choked throat.

Faith, hope and love.
Something True.
Inexpressible.
Without a map.

It's the music.
Always the music.

A Flurry of Thoughts

A flurry of thoughts
Life
Death
Damn

Time is so short.
Young, time is forever.
Older, time hastens.
Old, time is nothing.

Death is the final.
Realty.
Life ends.
Life is done.

Can we hope?
Religions offer it.
Is it true?
Truth counts.

For a Christian:
Will we be with Jesus?
It's a good idea.
Maybe it's true.

Could be.
Maybe not.
Resurrection?
A promise?

Do I need this?
Does anyone?
What if this
Is enough?

For many
Maybe not enough.
Others?
Maybe enough.

Hard to say.
Some religious folk
are greedy for eternity.
Some, not so.

Who knows.
I love God.
God is life.
For sure.

I'm content!
Who knows?
Maybe.
Okay.

The Past

The Past ...

Is always present.
Always there.
Though perhaps forgotten.

But easily recalled.
Sometimes too easily.
Sometimes wantonly.

Pays to visit the past.
Now and then.
Things to be learned there.

But it makes no sense
To live there.
It's but a dream.

A scattering of:
hurt
pain
joy
old friends
dear friends
enemies, or so we think,
and maybe they were.
really
enemies.

And they wounded us.
Maybe because we were stupid.
Maybe because they were mean.

Maybe we needed a good
pants-kicking.
Maybe they had an angry leg.

Whatever ...
Pays to remember
now and then.

But it pays to
keep the visit
short.

Goodbye.
God be with ya'.
Take care.

So long, it's been good to know ya'
Or maybe not.
Good riddance.

And off we go.
To the present.
To what's good and what ain't.

And even the future.
In bits and pieces.
A move here or there.

And time moves along.
And it's good thing
To tag along for the ride.