Who do we think we are?A friend of mine once said to me"So what do Quakers do? Wear black hats and quake a lot That doesn't seem like you." My efforts to describe to her, I fear, did not explain Exactly what it means to me, so Here I go again… It's a feeling of belonging, It's standing on one's own, It's shouting out together, It's speaking all alone. It's knowing we are all unique With thoughts, desires and fears, It's sharing our emotions It's laughter and it's tears. It's freedom to and freedom from, It's freedom to be me, It lets me be just who I am, It sets my spirit free. It's joyfulness and laughter, It's sadness and remorse, It's passivity and letting go, It's power and force It's love and understanding, It's joy, respect and awe, It's something deep inside my heart, Within my very core. We're all of us on journeys, The destination is unknown. Our paths may sometimes intertwine Sometimes we tread alone. It's there to support us, To light the darkened way. We see the light in others In spectacular array (I feel this answer baffled her, As all she said was "Cor" I felt I should say one more thing - It's all of that and more.) |
