“there’s more to this world than religion”
the penciled-in
words screamed
off the margin of the paper,
out of frustration with
the romanticized, dramatic, seemingly-ignorant ink printed in the columns...
yes, we dumbed it down, watered it down
and fit it into
its institutionalized box
while we breathe His air in and out of our lungs...
now we’ve got buildings and boxes, soap boxes and podiums
filled with people
given amplification for their cynical politics, personal
agendas and lust for power.
we have confusion under the guise of clarity.
we’re trying to break free of traditional bonds
trying to decipher what is right from wrong
what is acceptable and just.
all living and dying on this pale blue dot.
but, we seem to think we’re the sun and
the planets of our own mind and intent revolve around us
with magnetic power
still so many hurt. wondering if anyone sees them or knows
them at all
surrounded by our own experience like tunnel vision.
we were made for more than this.
we were made for more with less.
