My Religion

May 29, 2010
By hannahdabeast SILVER, Tampa, Florida
hannahdabeast SILVER, Tampa, Florida
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I've been baptised in water
By black-robed liars
Who claim that their prayers
Are stronger than fire
Who claim they know God
In an intimate way
That they know the right currency
God wants them to pay
They scream from the pulpits
They yell at the crowds
At the young, compromised mothers
The sick and bowed
At the young people in love
The brilliant, confused
They look up at the steeple
Feel nothing but used
But my true baptism
Was painless and sweet
I walked into the church
No shoes on my feet
The music so pure
No priest and no monk
I drank from the chalice
Till I was quite drunk
I felt the true Holy Spirit
All over my skin
I forgot all the stories
Of redemption and sin
I lifted my voice
To the clouds up above
I offered my god
The purest of love
I fell to the ground
My heart beating so hard
Since I knew I was nothing
There's nothing to discard
There's no book that I follow
No rules to be broke
No hate to be doled out
No prayers to be spoke
The universe is my god
My church is the earth
I worship with knowledge
Nothing measures my worth
I walk down aisles
More holy than yours
My bread is more precious
My water more pure
It comes from the coolest
Of babbling brooks
If you want to come visit
Go outside and look
I worship no goddess
I kneel to no god
My religion is truth
No supernatural fog
I listened too long
About sinners and wars
I wonder how I didn't
See the real truth before

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on Feb. 19 2011 at 1:00 pm
the_sparrow SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -Dr. Seuss

This is absolutely the best work I have read on this site. I'm new, just about a month and a half into this. But you are so talented; and i have had these thoughts before. it's hard when people ask me what i believe if not in their God, but I just think that we can appreciate the wonder of this random beauty around us without giving it a sole, all-knowing Creator with some grand "plan." i just want to live and love. I think that's what God is, really. Just that feeling deep within you that you belong on this Earth. Please, check out my poem "Morals" by Jessica Covil :)

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