Worship

TalkingMime

Now I understand!

So this is what preachers call unconditional love.

A passion so fierce;

it overwhelms this humble worshiper of God.

On what grounds, I ask,

was such subservience as mine meant to realize?

Why cannot I numb

myself when such impulses within my heart rise?

Deep within it stirs,

emotions beg for release albeit it's a crime.

The pendulum measures

each hour passed but I've lost perception of time.

This is my religion.

Every night that I dream it being torn away

In my mind, I hear those muffled cries.

And even now when I hear it call,

I respond without a moment to realize

How quickly I'm lost in the trance it casts

This high, this life my body has memorized.

Apocryphal tears arise every time without invitation

Driving me to the point of willing self-flagellation

Flames of unbridled anger fanned by seething rage

Embedded within from the day of creation

Savior, show the righteous path:

Reborn anew as the purest white from the darkest black.

Each teaching I still hear:

Drink deeply from the cup of siblinghood,

Remembering that a fountain of tears

Won't wash away a single drop of blood.

I've found my religion

And I hear my own muffled cries

This is love.

This is religion.

This is everything

I've never believed in.