"My Religion"

"My Religion," by Hannah Southerland

I've been baptized in water
By black-robed liars
Who claim that their prayers
Are stronger than fire
Who claim they know God
In an intimate way
That they know the right currency
God wants them to pay
They scream from the pulpits
They yell at the crowds
At the young, compromised mothers
The sick and bowed
At the young men in love
The brilliant confused
Who when look at the steeple
Feel nothing but used
But my true baptism
Was painless and sweet
I walked into the church
No shoes on my feet
The music so pure
No priest and no monk
I drank from the chalice
Till I was quite drunk
Felt the true Holy Spirit
All over my skin
I forgot all the stories
Of redemption and sin
I lifted my voice
To the clouds up above
I offered my god
The purest of love
I fell to the ground
My heart beating so hard
Since I knew I was nothing
There's nothing to discard
There's no book that I follow
No rules to be broke
No hate to be doled out
No prayers to be spoke
The universe is my god
My church is the Earth
I worship with knowledge
Nothing measures my worth
I walk down aisles
More holy than yours
My bread is more precious
My water more pure
It comes from the coolest
Of babbling brooks
If you want to come visit
Go outside and look
I worship no goddess
I kneel to no god
My religion is truth
No supernatural fog
I listened too long
About sinners and whores
I wonder how I didn't
See the real truth before