Religiously Free
For AnnaMy cathedral is an open meadow;
Its roof is the crisp blue sky, its floor holds
Wild grasses, overgrown and baked by an August sun.
My clergy are grasshoppers and ants,
With cicada choirboys covering the silence
With everlasting joy.
My hymn is my own life,
Starting out quiet and slow,
Building gradually
Until I reach nirvana.
My god is my god,
Not your god,
Not your God.
My god cannot be shared,
For she is in me.
© January 14, 2012
No comments:
Post a Comment