The Privately Religious
there is a sentiment amongst the most public of believers &
even those nonbelievers who still hold some sick
compassion for them…
these
“privately religious,”
who do not parade around with the charlatans
who gather on sundays or get down on their little rug & face mecca,
and they are given some kind of
special treatment,
as being more “spiritual” &
possibly even leaning more towards the agnostic than being
true believers at all,
still, they hold the little books so tightly in their arms
when they go out in the woods behind their house to
be one with nature or
meditate to try & get to be
one with everything---
they step outside themselves in such a way
as to escape what is right in front of them &
say to all who ask what they believe:
“i believe in something…i mean, i have my own idea…i don’t go to church or anything”
as if the humans who do go to the worship extravaganzas
think any different?
as if the personal god that is supposed to answer their prayers is any more in tune with you
just because you don’t call it by the same name or
worship it in the same place.
each member of the privately religious
make themselves more ridiculous than those who get together,
because they sit alone like ****ing joseph smith & his plates,
still believing that there is a unique revelation coming down the pike
for them & only them.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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