Anything Is Possible

Poem By Lenore Lee

When I ask others what they believe they say
"I'm a Christian, Jesus is my saviour"
"I'm an atheist, when I die I lie in a hole"
"I'm a Buddhist, I believe in peace"

But when others ask me my belief, I say
I believe anything is possible,
I believe in fairies, I believe in ghosts,
I believe in the things that go bump in the night
I believe in a superior force and the supernatural
I believe in vampires and I believe in werewolves

I believe in Shakespeare:
‘There are more things in heaven and earth...'
I believe in Steven King:
‘There are other worlds than these'

I believe anything is possible and everything is beautiful
I believe if you look hard enough you will always see the beauty
In the earth, in the imaginary and the mystery

I believe the journey counts, not the destination
Life is a journey; tread through it with your eyes wide open,
But do not fear to dream,
For to dream is to hope and to hope is to believe

Comments about Anything Is Possible

A nice poetic imagination, Lenore. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
dream is life indeed
A very wise and insightful poem. A broad minded philosophy for a very large, engaging and fulfilling life.


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