I seem to be working on a series of songs and poems related to my religious beliefs. I suppose I'll get to the skeptical and cynical thoughts at some point.
#1 -- not finished yet, but close, I think.
I worship the trees, I worship the breeze,
I worship the moon and stars.
I worship the wind, I worship snow and rain,
I worship [being?] outside.
I sing to the clouds, I sing with the streams
I sing to the canyons, mountains, and plains.
I sing to myself, i sing to whoever is listening,
I sing because I can.
I listen to sermons, I listen to prayers,
I listen to white noise and silence.
I listen to learn, I listen to escape,
I listen to my heart.
I see, touch, taste, hear, feel,
I no longer can smell.
I thank the earth, I thank the air,
I thank music for entering my soul.
I thank the people who have guided me,
I thank the people I would rather not follow.
I thank places I’ve been and the roads in between,
I thank.
I worship.
I sing.
I listen.
I am
alive.
