When I was a child, my mother insisted I
Accompany her to church every time she attended.
At first, I did not mind for there were kids like me,
With their parents, and we had fun playing.
As I got older, I began to question
Some of the things I saw and heard.
They were patiently explained as things of faith.
But sooner rather than later, faith did not square
what I was being taught. When I got old enough
to make my own decisions, I quit going with her
and ventured forth into the world in search
of my own spirituality. One thing I learned,
‘No place is the work of the devil more apparent
Than in the division of men who say they oppose him.’
2 thoughts on “My Spirituality”
Very thought-provoking poem, John. I enjoyed it! 🙂
Thx again Jody. I’m about to post my 12th and final entry for the Marathon.