Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Truth Eternal

The path I walk is my own
The borderlands between faith and reason
Are not delineated by intellect or emotion
But rather by experience, vision, and hope

When I see mountains, and forests
I see the hand print of God
When I heard my son giggle in his sleep
When he was an infant, I heard angels singing

But others don't
And whatever path they roam
I hope they find something just as deep
As the depths of truth I seek
I do not judge another for his lack of belief
I have not seen what his eyes have seen
I have not walked where he has walked
I can pray that his journey ends well