Just Knowing

When I talk, and they argue...the existentialist's, the scientist's, the religionist's...I realize, they are not listening to each other, nor are they talking to me. It is not a guided conversation, nor a civilized one. I realize, they are not convinced of their own conviction...thus, they argue to gain numbers, in agreement. I am not a number, and I am none of the above. Those of us with faith,,,with real faith, in 'something' are uniquely singular. We are pilgrims, who listen to the world, to the wind, to the silence of the sage, and in so doing...we receive our good news. We reckon, no church, built by man, to be as sacred as the out of doors, where the breath of god may pass, may be felt, upon the skin, heard in the eave's of a humble home. We listen to the voice of god with the attuned ears of nature, and we know, and we learn...from within and without, the structure of Divine plan. We thank our unknown god, with all our heart, and we rely, solely on his blessing...for our solace is separate and alone. Our neighbors are few...visitations few, and yet...we praise the many hours in our lives where we have known, and been known...by our maker, and this is my creed, where ever he may lead, on this miraculous adventure.


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016   Deming, New Mexico

Art: gnosisandknowledge.wordpress.com, An Act of Gnosis