Creeds

What we believe
It's complicated
It was simpler
When the teacher's diktat determined
It was easier when
Preacher, Priest, or Rabbi
Painted the picture clearly
And we bought it
Then, life came - and all it's contradictions
And now, what is left?

I believe in love
I believe in beauty
The power of the sunrise
Of wings wide, riding the thermals on sun-streaked days

I believe in play
Of joyful children at the beach
Or grown children playing with the dog
But, mostly, I believe in love
The love that endures
That withstands sorrows and setbacks
In sickness and in health

The love of a hand, softly resting on a sobbing shoulder
The sleepy love of good mornings and good nights
Of all the things I believe
And sometimes doubt
Only love lasts
Only love
In the end
Matters to me

dg

12/8

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