musings on religious conversion

the well intended but deluded soul took on itself to spread God’s word the fixation soon became its mission to rescue those deemed wayward the vulnerable who suffer on earth tottering on the very edge of despair clutch at wisps of straw so proffered but of absolute truth remain unaware there is no solace in words and symbols scriptures merely point out direction we each need to walk on the path alone paving way for our soul’s resurrection the entity who seeks must drop away God cannot be caged in conditioned belief the light eternal is loftier than mind thinks in vibrancy of staid stillness turn a new leaf