so many questions
words we dare not say
so many questions
black and white falls away
so many questions
a mantra for the day
so many questions

excerpt from “questions”

Some folk stand on their certainties. One truth, not many, their mantra.

What are they afraid of? What are they afraid of but their own fragile heart, their own not knowing? Or do they worry about who they will become if their careful creeds come suddenly undone?

But there is no need to rush. There is time yet to wonder, to ponder, to wrestle, to pray, to hold gently the questions which well up from deep within us.

And, question by question, we are led quietly, patiently, tenderly into truth for the day we are in. We are led together, always together. Here we become. Here we are one. And black and white falls away…