Image: – Carlos Quevedo
When I was young, the world was all so clear
I was told what was right and what was wrong.
I learnt about angels and demons
I knew the devil’s handiwork in everything that went wrong.
As I grew I learned new perspectives
I discovered lies I never envisaged as a child
I began to feel the pull of doubt and suspicion.
I explored my beliefs, I read and listened,
I stepped out and found myself alone
But I felt safe where I was
Belief in one thing or another began to fade
I was more comfortable in skin
Knowing there may be a deity out there
But He or She was not the oppressive God of my teachers
Rather he was God of subtle humour, of love and forgiveness.
The struggle is a daily one, within us, lies a deity
We embrace that notion, or we reject,
Either way, it becomes a basis for living.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/11/21/photo-challenge-189/
Thought provoking. Nicely done.
Thank you good sir..