sometimesihatemycat

I am not a disciple
Though there are times I envy
Those who would follow so easily
I wish I could lose myself
Completely
In a fog of faith, belief
In what I cannot know for sure
But I need something human
Something real
Something direct and bleeding
I will not let myself be fooled
By figments

— A.R.

Wounded Angel by Hugo Simberg

~ by April on January 13, 2014.

Posted in Death, God, Humanity, Identity, Meditation, Poetry
Tags: Dogma, Faith, Human, meditation, poetry, Real, Religion