Grounded

I slip and stumble. Down from above I tumble. Yes, I hear you rumble. Left alone I wander and bumble. My faith I fumble. My "foundation" starting to crumble. On my knees, you've left me humble. I was closed minded and wrong. I found no place I could belong. My mind and body were well and strong. To notice my soul, took way to long. I've contacted no place of worship. Nor found a religion considered "hip". I've not gotten under any one denominations grip. My mind cautions of their gilded lip. Is it my soul they would save, or my wallet they would strip. I will avoid the drivel lest i slip. I might be a bit confused. I feel my soul and mother nature fuse. With your presence i'm infused. Even if "messing" with me keeps you amused. Maybe just slightly bemused.