and yet, i remain

I’ve always been faithful.

From the day I emerged from the womb, I’ve sought the innate goodness of the world and things beyond.

Finding

sanctification in the sound of music,

purification in deep conversations,

revelation in moments of true silence,

unconditional love in deep compassion,

worthiness within.

I do not bear the weight of condemnation of an eternal hell or a segregated heaven.

For in my eyes, to live for another world is not to live at all.

I find heaven in laughter, in the sunlight peaking through the window on a Saturday morning, on long walks with close friends.

I find heaven in surrendering to the cosmic dance and in my writing.

I find heaven a top mountains and in the darkness of the valley.

I do not find myself in need of your intercession.

Do not pray for my salvation; there are many other worthy fruits to bear.

Pray for the hungry. The marginalized.

Pray for the burdened. The hurting.

Wherever you may find your peace, your place, your prayer,

May your love surpass your judgment.

May your compassion surpass your misunderstanding.

May your mercy surpass your greed.

May your grace surpass your righteousness.

I am not a Christian

nor Buddhist

nor Mormon

nor new-age Pagan

and yet, I remain faithful. And yet, I remain joyful. And yet, I remain hopeful. And yet, I remain at peace.

and yet,

I remain.