There was a time I would reject those who were not of my faith. But now. my heart has grown capable of taking on all forms. It is a pasture for gazelles, an abbey for monks, a table for the Torah, Kaaba for the pilgrim. My religion is love. Which ever the route love's caravan shall take, That shall be the path of my faith,
Great Mystery, teach me how to trust my heart, my mind, my intuition my inner knowing the sense of my body and blessings of my spirit. Teach me to trust these things so that I may enter my sacred Space and love beyond my fear, and thus Walk in Balance with the passing of each glorious Sun.
The world is too dangerous and too beautiful for anything but love. May your eyes be so blessed that you see God in everyone. Your ears, so you hear the cry of the poor. May your hands be so blessed that everything you touch is a sacrament. Your lips, so you speak nothing but the truth with love. May your feet be so blessed you run to those who need you. And may your heart be so opened, so set on fire, that your love, your love, changes everything. Amen