She asked me have you found God I said I wasnt looking. I was blinded by the vision of the children where their only hope was religion. I said I am vaguely versed in the scriptures and am familiar with what is depicted in the pictures, but if you are referring to church or organized religion it isnt something that Im in to. She exclaimed You got to have Faith! I explained my faith is not blind but it does not wear a face, it does not carry a name and my faith is something that rarely has shame. My faith is love. My faith is a place within, not a place above. Inside of this sinner and saint, but never a judge. A bastard, a pagan, covered by a painters touch. I said, in your Gods eye I would be tainted too much, there is not a bath big enough to remove this dirt and this dust. But this is the stuff my love is made from, so yes I have Faith but mine may not come from the same place yours is from. She asked Has your soul been saved? I said, time and time again, every time I step on a stage or pick up a pen. She said You are lost. I said no maam, I might not know where I am headed but I know where Ive been and if I have been lost I have sure found a lot of friends and memories and moments that are more real than pretend and beauty in music that would silence the Angels hymns. Amen. - McFreshington
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 14:24:41 +0000
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