Plural Theology

Wandering with breaths
Empty of inspiration,
The pain of respiration
To much without a foundation.

The early years
With baptisms and acolytes
Lost in Sundays full of competition
Between church and football pregame shows.

The middle years
A buffet of energy, enlightenment, and disdain
Where koans and righteous indignation
Questioned everything of faith.

Years bring understanding
That faith is necessary
And that man is given
An ability to question and choose.

A sense of peace and fullness of belly
Has come forward to inspire,
Making breathing deep
With solid faith in what is right.

Christian lessons, there since the beginning
Make certain a life of favor
While the others offer support
Keeping me whole.

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