When it’s a Conversation and Not a Prayer
A prayer is for far away
A conversation is for close
Where you want to be
When you need a favor
When your heart clamors for touch
But touch doesn’t work
When no one else knows and
And you need to whisper
To someone
Faith is Eerie
Faith is eerie
A kind of query
I want some science
Or is this my defiance
I never wanted
To faith
A giant leap?
Without a peep?
Into the the dark?
Does a cow bark?
If God Dropped Out of the Sky
If God dropped
Out of the sky
Face to Face with
With His most avid denier
Believer that the universe
Was a substitute for You
Nothing personal, God
I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words | learned in Latin were. “Ad Deum” or ” To God Who is hey joy of my youth”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”. That was many years ago. Since then, my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed.