Belief
Something is happening, and it feels rather frightening
Like lightning in my mind, a powerful change, what will I find?
I have heard it said that people change more by what they do than what they believe
It is in the act of rituals we may find the spiritual
Do our actions provide the container for chaos, uncertainty, the antidote for complacency?
Belief can provide relief
But it is our actions that will give us traction
In a world of distraction we have lost our rites of passage
The development of our intuition left to you and to me rather than a supportive community
We avoid the void, as we have been told, we must go it alone
Coming home has become unknown
Where is the sanctuary?
Our history has shown us that some of them can be very scary
You may say that religion we have been given
I have gone to church, but you won’t find me there.
Something is missing and must be explored, a language, a story, that has largely been ignored
This may be an objective perspective, when did the power in the sky become a guy?
When did belief become a he or a she?
Are those words that describe and separate us like a knife. Some might think it has fueled all this violence but maybe it was the cause of the silence
Complacency, complacency, this word is haunting me
I am not saying the story is wrong, no, it is just only part of the song
Like a bird with one wing, one wing wasn’t allowed to sing,
With only half, how could we ever get along. Something is lost when we assign the word “he”
Hidden treasure buried long ago because it came through the voice of a she
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