I once thought I had lost my religion
and gained spirituality...

Shunned the edifices and ornate facades
that dissapointed so many of us in times of despair...

While I was mystified and impressed by its architecture
the awareness of a greater being did fester and resurface

bobbing along the surface of the baptsimal waters

I could not escape

So I went every Sunday before God to save face
And then I went every other Sunday
And sometimes on Wednesday nights
And then I went once a month
And then I didn't go at all

Something in that sheetrock was blocking my soul from stirring
Something in that brick and mortar was
enclosing me within scaffolded walls and pipe organ steel

Religion, in all of its organization, methodology, tradition
and rituals
denominations, boards and ministries
no longer called out to me

but the spirit, the spirit never left

Now I find that what I lack in prediction
naturally surrounds me in rapture

I cannot escape

God's passion