Beliefs that protected me in my childhood.
The ones that sheltered me from the harsh and painful world.
Beliefs that sustained me through my adolescence.
The ones that gave me purpose when it was hard to find.
Beliefs that disappointed me in my adulthood.
The ones that failed me when challenged and questioned.
Beliefs that renewed me in my fatherhood.
The ones that offered me a chance to see life through another.
Beliefs that await me at my old age.
The ones that will guide me into death.
Beliefs that mark me from the beginning to the end.
The ones born at the thresholds of life.
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Liminal Theology 