visit to church

Amidst my search I stop in the church

Years since I’ve been here

My mind won’t open the door

To the beckoning fear

But the least apprehension

Soon disappears as I pass through the doors…

 

Up the aisle as I used to do

A couple men sit in the pews

To the tabernacle

Or stage-left some would say

With my eyes closed, in my mind

I say

 

These days I pray in my own way

Subscribing not to an doctrine

Of ignoble zeal

Forgive me for rejecting stories

I don’t believe to be real

 

Then I almost heard a voice say

“It’s ok my son

You’ve not lost the way

Take pride in reaching beyond the mundane

Your anxiety quelled

And your wounds I will heal

Follow not earthly exhortations

But believe what you feel”

 

If only had every warring leader known

What I’d come to find, there might still be a Rome

A Babylon, a Persia, maybe even a Greece

Bush and bin Laden could walk the same street

 

See religion is a business

But something is still there

Within yourself and everyone else

Yes

Something is still there