My Spiritual Journey

I found a haven from a home 
Where the ever changing battles 
I could not win
In a group of amazing people 
That just so happened 
Belonged to a church
They never judged or 
Made me feel less because 
My clothes didn't come from the Gap
Soon enough I realized that this group was special 
When church after church turned their backs in disdain
My car was rusted 
My dress threadbare 
My mother crazy 
My offering not enough
As I grew older I stayed away 
From a religion that embodied hypocrisy 
How I abhor deceit 
My faith I still held even though 
I distrusted the institution that taught me
I felt in my heart that there must be some truth 
In the love Jesus spoke of 
With much conviction
I sometimes wondered if we read the same bible? 
Did they read how he washed the feet of Mary Magdalene?
Many years it would be 
Till like a thunderbolt I woke up and 
Saw the truth that had always been there
We are all connected every person, animal, tree, mountain 
And all the beautiful flowers
There's a rhythm and balance that can be found in nature 
We somehow lost while building nations
We should love and care for one another 
Not because we're told 
Because we want to
Understand we must stop warring 
And destroying this planet 
Because who's being destroyed is 
Us
Live in every moment 
Feel all your feelings 
Yesterday is gone 
Tomorrow is not certain
This is my truth it may not be yours 
I will respect what you believe
Please all I ask is the same

01/06/2021
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Crismond Avatar
January 8, 2021 at 8:19 AM
Food for thought: Does a poem have to be about something? Or, can it be about nothing But, if it’s about nothing, Isn’t nothing, something?
Crismond  Avatar
January 8, 2021 at 2:16 PM
I think most of the answers I still seek are in the quietness of nothing.
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