Feeling the Pain
I feel pain
How do I regain
My ego reigning To
Continue the feigning
Is there another way
My execution to stay
Keep terror at bay
Stay another day
Imagine
Imagine there’s
No preachers
Preaching hell
If you can
Imagine no god
Above us
Who just can’t
Understand
Perhaps
A quiet inquisitiveness
Will come
And erase
The chatter in my mind
Perhaps
I will think with my heart
In a flickering of love,
Maybe I have already
without noticing it

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.


