My wife suggested I post this here. I write poetry and recently wrote about my current feelings after leaving the church. Feel free to critigue, laugh at, ignore, or comment on it.



LIFE AFTER FAITH

Leaving faith for wisdom pure
to learn my heart, no more obscure
and meet my soul in clarity
to view myself with charity

"Here I am!" No longer buried;
With passion, thought, and action married
To know myself, nothing dearer
I wipe the fog from off the mirror

And feel a spark when self revealed
I've missed the man my faith concealed
like long lost friends, though decades passed
We pick right up where we were last

Probably as an innocent child
before my thoughts and heart beguiled
by parents, clergy, and finally self
"Do not think. Put your doubts on a shelf"

And when I hid those doubts away
I hid my my mind in there to stay
and before I left that dreadful room
I left my will in nearby tomb

For years mind and will have called to me
in honest moments of revelry
carried by the winds of hope
I heard, then heed, and now elope

And now rejoined in splendid union
Nothing surpasses their communion
And though answers of life, I have none
I have myself. My search is done

For I no longer have to look
to Joseph's words or in his book
truth will not, cannot pass me by
For I finally see through my own eye

And find that truth is all around
its what I love, and to what I'm bound
Though I can't prove there is a God
I know faith without self is the greatest fraud

My life is mine to learn and live
My heart is mine and mine to give
My thoughts are mine like the child's before
My will is mine forever more!

goosebumps!

That's the spirit LOL

Very well done! Let's set it to music and add it to the exmo hymn book!

Thank you for that insightful poem.

Think of all the possibilities if the church hadn't suffocated natural child-like curiosity all of these years... How many more would have gone into science and other fields of interest?

Writing is very cathartic. Sharing your poem will help people who have been struggling, yet are unable to articulate what is wrong. That should be printed in the Desperate News. Good going!

A perfect description of reclaiming who you after you've been taught to ignore self. I've not seen it put into words that well. I think that one is a keeper.

Beautiful!

Thank you all for the kind words!