My Truth......

I believe that God is Love. I believe that Jesus is Love.  I believe that Love is THE WAY to Love. Love by any other name is still Love. I believe that Love lives in me and thru me. This is the truth that I have found. It really is that simple.

The road to this truth has not been an easy one for me. For many years I listened to religion, tradition and the teachings of others. But there was always a small, still voice calling to me from within. When I finally started listening to that voice is when the Truth of Love was revealed to me. I am that Love. We are that Love. 

I am to shine the Light of the Love that I am on ALL people, no matter what their beliefs or backgrounds; no matter what truths they themselves have found. Love does not discriminate for any reason. When a light shines, it is not selective about where is shines. It does not say, “This place is too dark, I can’t shine here.” Nor does it say “My light is different than that light, I’ll not go there.” Light does not say these things…it just shines. And Love…it just Loves.

We all have the free will to choose what we believe and to find our own way. The way that I have found is Love. I will not put Love in a box and close the lid and call it done. Love is a living thing. I can not stifle it or put limits on its reach. I must allow it to breathe and grow and be what it is…Love is all there is.

This is my truth. This is who I am.

Welcome And Farewell........

My heart beat fast, a horse! away!
Quicker than thought I am astride,
Earth now lulled by end of day,
Night hovering on the mountainside.
A robe of mist around him flung,
The oak a towering giant stood,
A hundred eyes of jet had sprung
From darkness in the bushy wood.

Atop a hill of cloud the moon
Shed piteous glimmers through the mist,
Softly the wind took flight, and soon
With horrible wings around me hissed.
Night made a thousand ghouls respire,
Of what I felt, a thousanth part---
My mind, what a consuming fire!
What a glow was in my heart!

You I saw, your look replied,
Your sweet felicity, my own,
My heart was with you, at your side,
I breathed for you, for you alone.
A blush was there, as if your face
A rosy hue of Spring had caught,
For me---ye gods!---this tenderness!
I hoped, and I deserved it not.

Yet soon the morning sun was there,
My heart, ah, shrank as leave I took:
How rapturous your kisses were,
What anguish then was in your look!
I left, you stood with downcast eyes,
In tears you saw me riding off:
Yet, to be loved, what happiness!
What happiness, ye gods, to love!