~ (~) ~ This Is Not For Me To Judge (Part #1 of 3) ~ (~) ~
No, not-me... friend... !
As it is, it is my hope to grow towards something greater, to do be nothing to the latter.
Prince of peace was what He was called. Astonishing! We walk alone most of us, trapped
within our own concerns, alone, apart... .
Apart from him... !
Sometimes keeps me awake at night.
How about you... ?
Under this, at least I try to believe that I do, we all desire peace, it is all we are doing,
concerned about. Yet, we push one another away, thereby remaining, alone, living, apart... .
Adhering ourselves to the few we do, who ever who. Believing at least it has been thought by
me, I need no God. Rather agnostic, atheist of me, wasn't it... isn't it?
You are fresher, more real than you think friend, if you are, why not God.
Gave us the powers to create, procreate. See share His beauty, love, live together with Him,
as one. You are so very open, truly. Openness is a friend, this is what I believe, a gift!
Ever done something wrong. What tells you you are? Where does this feeling come, from?
Yes we were even given this, by Him... . I believe... ! It is a check, and a balance. Like the
feeling of love, joy, mercy, peace... freedom... warmth... .
You are more open, than I thought, but yes, I "Hoped", had faith. I believed.
As you I have been, as you have probably been as me too. Though we are far away, (I don't
know) ~ What brings us together now? Who? ~
God-bless-you-friend. For being open, remaining, believing. The voice within you were given,
I believe... by-God... .
To believe this you still, may... not... .
Peace to you, let it begin within fill you, bind us. Let us both grow towards it, towards one
another, courageously, with the idea, of one, God.
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010
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