Praying Without Religion

Once a week, someone shocks my bruised side By saying, "I sense the Spirit in you, so awesome," And all I can say is, "It must be you, if I may confide ... "Mostly I get suspicious looks, even asked to go 'home'" Once I laughed, and told that less Spirit-filled one: Americans you go home first; go back to America!" Of course, that person is here, and was here - But God as in YHWH, the Hebrews knew, teaches me shalom He is so good to me; even when my disabled child Was able to complete school, then community college I saw His Hand, keeping me from bitterness and wild Vengeance against a self-centered, abortion-obsessed culture So, He finds ways to make me seek His Spirit In all the prejudicial ways in which I merely exist here Because, simply, I am the wrong color, quite - Still proud of the shade and rainbows God preferred I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM YHWH YHWH YHWH I AM THAT I AM YHWH AM I I AM THAT I AM YHWH AM I YHWH YHWH YHWH YHWH YHWH YHWH YHWH YHWH