I'm thinking of losing my religion.
I'm tired of the boundaries - the need to separate sacred from profane. The obsession with knowing who's in and who's out.
Love doesn't think like that.
Today I am thinking of losing my religion, renouncing my membership, my degrees, my title. Instead, I think I'll stay here - where it's lovely, where the scarred earth brings message of hope each day - to those who will listen.
Maybe that will be my orthodoxy now.
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