I used to live in a world of black and white,
in the harsh, unforgiving light.
Where I was right and others wrong,
I even used to sing the ‘right’ songs.
I used to live in a world that felt safe and secure,
I was so certain, so sure.
Where I could judge and not really listen,
Look, but not see those within my vision.
A world sanctimonious, religious, legalistic,
full of self-importance and pretense,
talk of purity and separateness,
disguising thinly veiled contempt.
Then came the questioning and the CHAOS,
the Fear and the Freedom,
as belief systems unraveled,
and all I’d ever known...
Now I live in a world with tones of grey,
bathed in soft, forgiving light.
Where questions can be asked without fear,
I don’t have to be ‘right’.
I’ve walked away from safe and secure,
No longer certain, no longer sure.
I don’t have to judge, but can fully listen,
clearly seeing those within my vision.
This path takes courage.
Sometimes it’s hard to be brave,
but strength can come from faith,
the kind of faith that takes you to a deeper place.
This grey world is kinder,
filled with love and grace,
where curiosity and questions
can be embraced.
There is freedom in not knowing.
In this grey space
humility can flourish
and I can be of service to others.