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.
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.
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.
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
