Religion is like the ocean,

The great mysterious

 

Once immersed

I see, I taste

I smell, I hear

I feel

I am

And the Shore always there

But the Shore always there

 

With each heavy, searching stroke,

I approach

Slowly

Don’t alarm my mysterious

Careful

 

Wet, hard, sand accusingly seeps between my toes

Breathe

 

The water sways back and forth

Agonizingly trying to hold back another lost one

Another

 

Nervous regressing feet,

Seaweed desperately clasping my ankles,

Quick regressing feet

 

Gradually it gives up

Finally

 

As my adrenaline dies down,

I knowingly lift my head,

Taking a deep astonished breath,

And I can see everything

 

Sight is all I have 

 

This is what I would change. Our need to be satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time.

It leads to so much confusion.