To Whom You Pray

I reject all your religion, in favor of myself Those spewing virtues dogma, often kill, with little felt I reject your revelation, with the truth inside my heart I surrender your salvation, from your guilt I live apart I challenge your commitment, when the road gets hard and long The good intentions you now offer, Hell’s words without a song I reject all faith in platitudes, and your threats—both veiled and not I refuse to live in servitude, and tied to what we’re not I will reach inside the goodness, born to each and every man I will choose to see the wonder, of those souls that say “I can” And as I look beyond tomorrow, to that place we call today I will live in thanks for who I am, —and not to whom you pray (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)