“Do you believe in God?” He asked.
“No,” I replied without thinking.
Later, I reconsidered.
I feel the existence of some form of higher power, spirit, universal energy/power/force. It’ hard to identify and name.
Whatever it is, it does not belong to Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism or any of the others. While I believe in angels, I don’t believe in religion.
Those thoughts spawned this poetic rant:
never on sunday
spirit and i co-create human experiences while the devil’s daughters enlist souls and saints to point crazy fingers then whisper behind pearly gates or shout from on high my inability to deny sins watched by sightless eyes and heard by deafened ears until i want to scream here we are: betrayed here we are: forsaken here we are: crucified for games like i spy the religious writing on the wall and wonder what in christ it means when preachers who mistake hell for heaven and vice versa coo to calm shaking hands as they reach up and out and i ask myself why offer sacraments where evil patronizes then sanctifies social conventions with holy intentions that fool the blind into believing some god witnesses undelivered dollops of mercy while i see what you don’t and i say what you won’t and i pray for miracles where mine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever amen
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