I can only testify

to what feels true

to me.

I accept and love your truths,

but the package as a whole

won’t load.

Maybe I have learned too well

to stand up for justice.

The contradictions of your restrictions

and what you permit -

this feels wrong to me.

Disillusioned

At peace

Bereaved, bitter, empty

At home

Coming from a place of spiritual darkness,

I shall pray to be bathed

in the pure white light

that is understanding.

I still yearn for a place: my own spiritual space.

Extra pieces – not only the missing ones -

confuse my jigsaw’s overall image.

I believe in the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

I believe in all the world’s religions

simultaneously.

I believe in vegetarianism – thou shalt not kill.

But I still wear leather,

eat cheese and drink milk -

so it’s not like I really can’t do

hypocrisy.

Still, I can only testify

to what feels true

to me.

I move around in circles.

The jigsaw remains incomplete.