Philosophia
April 22nd, 2007, 09:37 PM
I asked you a long time ago to show yourself and, in my skepticism, I believed you didn't.
But I think you did. You've always been there, holding me tightly and teaching me when to speak, listen and know. You lead me down my path that is littered with holes, stones and other debris that block my path and make me think again. You know I over analyze everything, watching every minuscule and wonder what really lies underneath. I've always believe that there is a reason to everything and have seriously doubted your presence in my life. Maybe I really am an atheist but I don't think so. A Pantheist? Or a Panentheist?
I'm confused, lost, and maybe a little weirded out by all thats occurring in my mind. When I go outside, I feel the wind on my cheek and I think its you, touching me in love. Or when I lower my head in shame, you touch my hair in peace.
I don't want to lose anymore, to fall again. I don't want to enter that place where I'm lost. If I do, I'm afraid I may not return. And that scares me.
But I think you did. You've always been there, holding me tightly and teaching me when to speak, listen and know. You lead me down my path that is littered with holes, stones and other debris that block my path and make me think again. You know I over analyze everything, watching every minuscule and wonder what really lies underneath. I've always believe that there is a reason to everything and have seriously doubted your presence in my life. Maybe I really am an atheist but I don't think so. A Pantheist? Or a Panentheist?
I'm confused, lost, and maybe a little weirded out by all thats occurring in my mind. When I go outside, I feel the wind on my cheek and I think its you, touching me in love. Or when I lower my head in shame, you touch my hair in peace.
I don't want to lose anymore, to fall again. I don't want to enter that place where I'm lost. If I do, I'm afraid I may not return. And that scares me.