My Religion...

Stillness


When I was a child
church was sitting on hard pews, in forced silence,
listening to men
 preach of sin, weakness, and depravity.
It frightened me.
It made me think we are all bad,
lost
hopeless.
Now in my fifties
I prefer to sit on a mossy log
among the most glorious of creation and
listen to the love
spoken in the stillness of the forest.
I am humbled, grateful, and joyous.
I am filled
with hope, love, peace.
I am committed to walk softly, thoughtfully,
and with awareness.
Without guilt.