The day I gave up on religion
I saw the Lord clearly.
Most thought I had lost my faith
when I closed the Holy Books and I left "His House".
But they did not see where I headed to,
nor did they know from where I came.
I never did buy the Books for full price
nor thought that any were worth MSRP,
but they did help me grow
and they entertained me.
I took serenity from Taoism,
it's a bit of who I am
took humility from Jesus
and the mono from Islam
(these values but a token)
As I closed the last Book
my soul was most open to
the natural laws of nonexistant writ...
not a myth, not a myth,
I felt the Lord love me forthwith.
I believe in One God.
(whose Form(s) I could not limit)
And only in God.
Of this I have Faith,
of the rest I'm in doubt.
Perhaps I may be be wrong
But it's about as close as I can get
to complete honesty with my Lord.
I love life because God loves me.
I don't believe I'd be thrown
into a hay stack to find a microscopic needle
of a "truth", and be punished if I'm not so lucky.
I've read the Books; words all "sent down by God".
This they say, but at the end of an honest day
Paper will be paper, and ink ink.
Stories will be stories, and messages messages
limits will be limits and brinks brinks,
histories histories, presages presages.
Only God is God.
here lie no flaws, here lie no paradox.
I closed the dusty Books
The day I gave up on Religion,
they died with evanesence...
the dust that blew in the air
became the Lord's presence.