Once upon a time there was a man named Doubt who came upon a woman named Faith. Doubt was moved by the possibility of faith, but was his nature to test that which he had never known.
Doubt stood at the crossroads...shreiking of pain and ugliness...the horror he believed himself to be. And Faith turned her back to him and spoke:
"I acknowledge your pain, but I refuse to dance with it. I validate your every ache but I refuse to feed it. For I do not look upon your yesterdays and judge you by your sorrows. I look at you for who you are today and what you do with your tomorrows. I stand at the crossroads and wait for you to open the gate...To see what I see of you in both faith and belief...For the gift of today and a lifetime of tomorrows...built by design of an unconditional love that follows...But only flourishes beneath the light of faith and truly seeing someone outside of their mistakes...Believing in their worth to rise above their heart's aches...Because my first name may be Faith, but you yourself named me Love."
~Destination~
I was speaking into your eyes
When you tripped over my words
Spilling your pieces upon the floor
You thought were left unheard
But I have no interests in your
Shattered fragments and broken parts
I never wanted you to see yourself broken
When you were whole right from the start
I don't need to shine my light upon you
To prove the opulence of your existence
Or glow of your own radiance…And really…
You don't need my faith or persistence
That's not why I am here…
I only speak from the place of which you teach me
And share all of which you've already known
Reflect back to you the seeds that you have sown
The karma you've owned, and new harvest grown
But you have cut yourself down to the very bone
And now it is time…For you to find your way home
You know…That foreign place…
That one you have never known
Somewhere between near and far,
Here and way over there
Where souls meet upon the dusty roads
Of long forgotten prayers
A breeze-like whisper with outstretched wings
Carrying silent promises that echo forming rings
And even though the truth still sometimes stings:
It is all about the journey, and not the destination
Fear not the outcome or tasting bitter rejection
Nothing can be destroyed that forever has always been
So serve yourself a slice of life on the stairway to heaven
Be open to the journey without remorse or hesitation
The greatest of experiences come without any expectation
Leila A. Marceau
8/17/08
"But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears."
~Kahlil Gibran~