The Reality of Spirituality

He spoke to me of spirituality as life’s sole reality. Mumbling in my sleepless sleep I pondered his disparate thought for I could quote chapter and verse and blindly curse all manner of religions gold and silver pomp and ceremony. Until I touched the hem of tattered lives in passing through dim slow darkened dens cold threadbare promises of hope rescued by a fragile gestures welcome beneath a fraying trust sunrise breaking weakly warm across a dark and troubled horizon teasing my sleepless thoughts with the aroma of awakenings doubt. He spoke to me of spirituality thus changing my reality. ©1/14/2019 10 Lines 10 Words, Free Verse 1 Poetry Contest sponsor – Lu Loo