Ive got my own moral compass to steer by - a guiding star beats a spirit in the sky. But all the preaching voices, empty vessels ring so loud as they move among the crowd. Fools and thieves are well disguised in the temple and market place. Ive got my own spirit level for balance to tell if my choice is leaning up or down. And all the shouting voices try to throw me off my course, some by sermon, some by force. Fools and thieves are dangerous in the temple and market place. Like a forest bows to winter Beneath the deep white silence, I will quietly resist. Like a flower in the desert that only blooms at night, I will quietly resist. Like a stone in the river against the floods of spring, I will quietly resist. Like the willows in the wind or the cliffs along the ocean, I will quietly resist. I dont have faith in faith. I dont believe in beliefs, you can call me faithless. I still cling to hope and I believe in love. And thats faith enough for me.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 18:57:01 +0000
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