I fell in, to religion * 9/19/13

Early on, I fell in to religion and felt like

I had an extra invisible look-after-me limb.

I fell in to religion and, at times, it seemed

like my thoughts were somehow uplifted,

and often I knew that the assistance

from the Kleenex of religion

was just a thought away.

It was as if religious thoughts

of mine, had that power from within.

I fell in to religion as the name given to

one of my more prominent inner voices.

In the beginning, I fell in to religion  

as my first invisible playmate

and then later my first imaginary pet,

and also as if I was to only play

with dressing up spiritual perceptions

in religious clothing.

I had religion to answer for me questions

I could hardly formulate on my own.

I fell in to religion in search for

the commonness we could share,

as a form of shared behavior approval.

It was as if I lived in a cul-de-sac

of safeness as a set of belief conclusions,

and as a way of interpretatively cauterizing

high inner experiences with others.

Further more, it felt as though

I had some magical wiper blades

to handle my consternations with life.

I fell in to religion as the only way

to hold a menu at the restaurant

that serves humble and grateful,

also as a means to look away,

far above and away,

from what I couldn’t fathom as true.

It was surely a means to emotional shortcuts.

Later on, I fell in to religion as an unintended  Machiavellian experiment with my own life.

I had religion as a means

of civic participation with others of like kind.

It was a way to avoid original thinking

and leisure myself in these deck chairs

of religious thought at sea.

I fell in to religion, to my eventual discovery,

as naivety was my embarrassing source,

up until then I could only tell spirit

as either devil or saint.

I fell in to religion

not realizing the terms of engagement

and then, once I did, it got very lonely

in this over crowded place

with a set of assumptions given to me

from those who went before me.                          

I fell in to religion as a form of all-purpose glue

to piece together and defend myself

with what I could not rightfully understand.

Yes, I fell in to this religious well

as if it were well worth the drinking.

And now, going forward,  

I toast from an empty glass,

“to spirit, ever onward . . .”