It is Good Friday. This weekend millions of people around the world will celebrate Easter, some in a secular way, but many will have faith burning brightly. And Easter in many places is a part of our culture.
But I hesitate this time of year, and at Christmas, because this is not a faith based blog, and it never has been. Many bloggers are much better at sharing their faith than I am. This is a creative writing blog, that’s the way I have designed it.
I also tend to be very accepting of different views. The fact is, I love and respect all people, and I love different cultures, and I always will. Sometimes I would rather talk to a Buddhist, than a fundamentalist Christian, depending on the people of course. That’s just who I am.
Experiencing love and compassion within a faith though can be so beautiful. I have selected two songs that I hope you will enjoy. They are heart songs really, of looking for the One who made us.
I know in my own life there have been a number of times, I have felt very alone, and even for forsaken, especially in the past several years, but faith and the love of my family keeps me going.
I’ll be posting some more this weekend, including some ancient poems which I love.
Happy Easter everyone! And regardless of your faith, I wish you peace!
When they were younger the meadow always seemed to hold so much promise. They would sigh and dream of a simpler life. Perhaps they could trade the jingle of a few gold coins, for the peace that passes all understanding. Could they live here, farming, and be connected?
Yet time wore some holes in their clothing, and the vision of the meadow faded. The oak tree, and the wooden fence seemed to get lost in a fog. Wars raged on the outside, death was pushed back, but the scars on the inside were too immense. What they needed was an angelic army.
It took them a long time to realize their own strengths, and that peace becomes so much more valuable, a treasure really, when you have lived through the fight, pushing back time.
And now that they are older, they sigh more deeply, holding hands realizing, they have always embraced….. the meadow.