Freedom's Hill Revisited

I belong to a small group that is growing.  It is on the web at Spiritual Hooligans and its founder is Matthew Ferry.  It is a great sight for…insights; insights into what makes people tic and what makes others toc.  I engage at times on discussions people have posted.  These next two correspondences were sent recently and often when I write something like this and hit send it goes…and never comes back.  Unlike the blog where it is saved on some magic server in God knows where, it is hard to retrieve those often hidden little gems you threw out there….even if you were the only one to understand and appreciate it, you got your thoughts out there and that is a good thing…a good thing to release and express your thoughts because that’s part of learning.

Anyway this first reply to Matthew was written this morning and I copy and pasted over to this Word doc and then I put it on the blog…where you’re seeing it and it is saved as part of my “Recent Thoughts of Distant Memories” blog…because that’s what my Faith is guiding me to do this morning…and I don’t question it…I just roll with it.

Reply #1

To Matthew Ferry (Who reponded to an earlier post of mine and told me to "Rock On"..... Oh I'm trying sir....often when we have struggles others may not see them...because many don't share them or wear them on their sleeve...but the struggle is there and as we learn in life we often have to lift ourselves up...we create our own reality...for me the biggest part of my reality is something many do not feel is reality because they've never tapped into it, or if they have it was a half-hearted effort that left them disappointed.

So be that, for me however, since a young age I knew...I just knew there was something more out there to help, to lift me up when down, to be the eyes around the corner and a light in the dark.

As my spirituality grew I had to name this force, this magic, this timeliness of opportunity that seemed to always find me. Of course it had a name carved in reality, but so many discounted it, trashed it, spit on it, killed it and cursed it that I had to find a new name that I could relate to and call my own...regardless of what those around me thought of me or this "force" that drove me to say, do, see, hear and feel what I do.

I have found that name and it is Faith...Faith in forces we don't see but know are there. Faith in God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit to guide and move mountains on our behalf...for what mountain can stand in the way of Faith... none and here is an old saying to prove it: "It is easier to climb a mountain and look down...then to dig under and look up". 🐝

Reply #2

To Cathy… we all celebrate in our own way...religion is an organized celebration....true faith comes in all kinds of shapes and colors....religions vary in their traditions....but one thing is constant....the unending, unyielding, undeniable and unencumbered Love our Lord has for us and the Way the Word speaks to those seeking or strengthening their faith. My favorite T-Shirt says....”Jesus is the truth, the way and the light....all else is just mere details”. 🙏✝️🐝

This morning when I woke up Steve Winwood’s “When You See a Chance” was on the radio…a magical song from a great musician…then the next one 95.7 FM The Ride played was “Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel.  It got me thinking of this poem I wrote a while ago….It’s called “Freedom’s Hill”…blessings!!!

FREEDOM’S HILL
Thru our dreams the Lord can do many things
Last night I had a dream that made my heart sing.
I was led down an old country road
The corn was at harvest ready to be sold.
As far as you could see stalks of green
With golden ears and seed, a sight to be seen.
We made a turn at an old missionary church
It was white with burnt tiles and a cannon perch.
Ahead lay a boulevard of magnolias and oak
The sight was so beautiful I let my mind soak.
Soon we walked that boulevard to a distant hill
Then the dream ended before I had my fill.
Hopefully it will continue when the night is still
For just a moment I saw a mansion on that hill.
A glimpse of the future or maybe the past
In either case our dreams are within our grasp.
I lie here in jail, no freedom do I see
But thru my dreams I can be all I want to be.
The days grow long as well as the sleepless nights
But I know one day soon I’ll see pleasant sights.
The Lord has shown me thru dreams like magic
How all that is around me is mine to have it.
While all around me is depression, boredom and pain
I must keep the faith and let my wisdom gain.
The mansion on the hill in a valley of corn
Is a vision no man can from my soul be torn.
So now I pray to God to guide and deliver me
In the hope that one day soon Freedom’s Hill I’ll see.

BAS 5/10/09 7:30 AM  revised 7/10/2018 
Isaiah Chapter 65   Zechariah Chapter 8

Do not let your reality stand in the way of your dreams….rather, use your realities to make your dreams come true.   BAS  4:00 AM EST  12/22/2018

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