One Sunday
I looked around
Stood in a pew surrounded by fellow church goers,
Heard the creed leave every one of their lips
A self-professed incantation
Listened for the first time to the words coming out in absolute awe
Of how an entire congregation can Claim a human existence
Built on being made in the image and likeness of our creator
And yet, upon professing to Nicene creed sound, so...
Robotic
It was in that moment, I finally understood the difference
Between faith and organised religion
And why the latter was far more terrifying.
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Aren't we all just wilting flowers
In a crowded garden
Waiting for someone
Who will appreciate
The beauty of our petals
While it still exists?
