Secular

I do not go to a building for my church.

I have no need to.

My church has no walls,

Has no roof.

My church lacks man-made pews,

Portrays no stained glass pictures

Of the sacred virgin. Or of

The blessed trinity.

My church has no pastor,

No nun,

No choir,

No preacher or priest.

My church has no songs,

No hymns,

No sermons

And no prayers.

There is no steeple,

No echoing bells.

no lines of tiny white candles.

There are no bibles,

No proverbs.

There are no passages,

No testaments

And no providence.

Instead,

I attend my church of free sky.

I gaze at the sun, knowing it is life.

I sing to the wind, listening,

And it sang back.

There are no words to be shared at my church,

No sins needed to be confessed,

to be abolished,

No mercies falsely promised.

My hymns are the one I create myself,

My commandments are empty, blank.

I live by three self-given testaments,

“Be kind to life,

be kind to others,

be kind to yourself.”

And there is no need for more.

I do not care for perversion.

I do not care if you are hedonistic.

You can be rough.

You can swear,

You can fight,

You can lie and cheat and steal.

My church does not care.

For I am my own church.

I am me.

I am not anyone else.