about my internal state
this spiritual drought
that seemed like fate
My brain whirred with questions
Questions I never dared ask
I wondered the unthinkable
and put God to task
I would wander the lake
and drift into its waves
I was rootless with no stake
there was nothing left to save
I voiced out my cries,
to the sky above
while the rain poured down
and i rejected his love
It was always so serene
that beautiful lakeshore
devoid of the trappings
of cultural mores
I worshipped at the altar
of a temple I had built
on a beautiful lakeshore
bereft of guilt
No need to hide my feelings
from the others everyday
this church only had one member
Lets hope that member stays.
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