Can we rely on how we feel at the moment?
All that we have really are vague impressions, sacred hope.
Hope for equality in a better world,
hope that someone, somewhere understands.
That you and I will be seen in the whole and judged accordingly,
each salient breath brings us closer to the end, the unknown.
How ironic that we all eat of death daily; what was once living, breathing, turning towards the sun to grow, is the substance of our lives.
What magic the elements make on our bodies, transforming each thing from its former state into a new state, or the old state, the simple product of chemical reactions.
Dragonfly, leaves, rotting fish, to dust. Dust which in turn blows about, mixed in good measure with rain and the process of photosynthesis to become new again.
All that being said; Where comes the spirit? Where is faith?
It comes from the unexplainable awareness of you,
your thoughts, turned messages in my heart.
Awareness of your presence in my darkest hour.
Awareness as the hushed silence is filled with a new cry.
Awareness that my dear grandmother would die, I knew, though I don't know how I knew.
A deep aching sadness felt at the passing of a loved one, hidden connections between you and the ones that you love.
Tears that come as solemn hymns are sung and truth is spoken.
All evidence to me of the living, breathing reality of God.