This Credo was written by Abigail Starks, who is 16, in response to an assignment in which they were to describe their beliefs at the present time. She was participating in a group called Quest at her Unitarian Universalist Church. She and the others in the group then each presented their credos to the congregation.
Ideas are what make up my beliefs, my fluid beliefs. They are vague, as if hidden in a field, engulfed in cloud. These words are an interpretation of this cloud and its ever moving vapors. I am the liquid making up these vapors. My beliefs are fluid, liquid as a flame; and as inextinguishable as the water… I believe that fresh air heals. That positive energy really does have the power, and leads to positive output.
I believe in Creator. I believe in Mother Nature. The Earth will care for us as much as we care for her. I believe that water cannot be owned. I believe that land should not be owned. Water and land are what give us our life, and we should not have the audacity to take its life. I believe in sunshine warming you to the core. I believe in removing toxic things from your life: be that people, or possession. I believe in the power of rushing waves and burning fire, able to recharge our souls, or warm our hearts, or cool our anger.
Earth provides for me: THIS being, this vessel. Those beings holding the light of their energy. Who taught to some of us that the light is inside of us? Why did some of us not learn to see it? And why does it sometimes flicker? The universe can only tell me and it is a coded message hidden in something beyond the parameters of my mind. Their minds..
This being, This vessel. Those beings holding the light of their energy. Who told to some of us that the earth is our carrier? Who told to some of use that the water of the stream and the sap of the tree was to be the breast we should suckle upon, and the mother to care for in her illnesses. Even if she caught them taking care of us, especially then. Why did some of us not learn to be grateful for this? Why did some of us not learn to drink sparingly of her milk and savor it, for one day it could stop flowing. If you remove the gratitude, she still provides; but in pain. As a mother longs for the love and gratitude of her creation. Creation needs ours. Our love and gratitude; Why does it sometimes flicker?
This being in this vessel. Celebrate the light it holds. Lounge in its warm essence. Stoke its heart fires…
I hope my credo stoked your heart fires.
Abigail Starks, 16 years old