I felt most a Pagan

[Jack Straw]

I felt most a Pagan

One tired Sunday morning
on my way to morning worship
My eyes were drawn out my window
to gaze longingly, at the growing sun

Lost in reverie I began
To roam my mind
again and again
through the birthing sky
I was handed
my spirit's release
undemanded
God was stretching,
yawning, getting up
for the day
my maker was smiling
for he, or she found me
today
fondly thinking
of the glorious seeds
spread through the heavens
bringing light, springing life
like you and me.

Idle time gazing at our Sun
feeling connected with the stars above
the Heavens were smiling and
I was grinning
on my way I could not
think about sinning

until we parked
at the church’s lot
Father saying “Hurry up,
we’ll save you a spot”

groaning I got up from
God’s embrace
to go worship “god”
but empty I’ll stay
until I feel called
To break out and view
a day being born
or a night be cued

I would hold these thoughts
deep in my stomach
all throughout church
each song as I sung it
I wished to be out
in God’s great embrace
with love in my heart
not fear as my taste

that day while repenting
I could not help but grin
as instead of a Christian
I felt quite Pagan.

[lady_dreamcatcher]

oh, what lovely imagery, and what a well expressed feeling! that feeling of perfect peace and balance upon sight of Nature's magesty... tank you for sharing this.

[TrippinBTM]

I agree, I really enjoyed reading this.

Except for this part:

groaning I got up from
God’s embrace
to go worship “god

kind of stumbled over that. Maybe you could get rid of the second "god" and say something about so-called "proper" worship that leaves you empty. But that's just my reaction, my opinion. The poem is still good either way.

[Jack Straw]

thanks trippin btm and lady dreamcatcher,

trippin that part also pains me.. along with the grinning.. sinning part. As of right now I'm going to leave it as is.. but everythings always subject to change