Prayer

I am reclaiming my prayer from the dungeons of dogma and fear

It’s not that I have been godless after losing my religion at 15
It’s that my sense of God existed beyond scripture
Beyond demarcations of insulated groups
Beyond right and wrong answers from rulebooks
Misinterpreted and abused
For public control and political gain

I studied philosophy to get to the bottom of things
But there too
Limitations reigned the playing field
Old, white, deceased men deciding what was and was not intelligent enough to uphold the status quo of intellectual escapism

But this KNOWING
I can tell it doesn’t come from me
I can sense it does not belong to this body or mind
I have known this long before they sent me to confess my sins to a bearded stranger
Long before they told me my blood was too unclean for communion
Long before I was silenced and shamed for my desire, my critique, my questioning

God is in the depths of despair and in the heights of glory
God is in the wind through the leaves and the ocean waves crashing to shore
God is in the stars and the moon and the lines in my hands
As far and as close as everything
Always

God is in the simplest truth
*I love you*
The simplest truth
The most unfathomable majesty
The most intuitive path

A relief
A surrendering
An uncontainable smile
Birthed from cosmic knowledge swirling through this finite physical form
Able to perceive itself