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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 My Spiritual Journey Poetry Contest Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

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Date: 1/8/2021 8:19:00 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?
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Heather Crismond
Date: 1/8/2021 2:16:00 PM
I think most of the answers I still seek are in the quietness of nothing.

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