When I left Christianity for another path,

I thought I had done something radical.

I felt relief at all the things I would never

have to do again.

And yet, the further I walk this path,

the more I find essential

things I thought I was free from.


I find myself turning to prayer.

Gratitude is recommended

by all my gurus

and even by therapists.


keeps knocking

at the door of my heart.

I continue to learn patience

through situations beyond

my control.

And I still must walk in faith

of things I can not see.


I thought I’d found a shortcut to spiriruality.

A more joyful road, maybe.

But a path that’s just as long.