Thou Art My Religion

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.)

o’ glorious day!

the bells toll, and the birds hum their ballads of life.

it is of the essence of this day;

pray, the sun will smile down upon us in glee.

what an honor,

to be enclosed in thy cathedral.

your melodies reverberate off the walls,

and tickle my skin so childlike!

upon my knees,

i gaze up at thee, my beloved.

i worship thee faithlessly!

placing my adoration 

and devout loyalty upon thee!

day in and day out,

honoring and engorging my own self

with thy declarations of desire.

a love so pure, so true!

a passion their angels wail upon in envy!

thou hangs from thy own cross,

sacrifices blindly for me;

so terribly blind!

o’ what devotion!

articulation of sensuality

no god could acknowledge,

tenderness no prophet could portray!

thou’s sonnets of pleasure

equate to nothing compared to their false gods.

the savory nectar of thy communion

penetrating through my being.

this greed shunned by the righteous,

but rewarded by thee. 

o’ my god-

in thy salvation, i find clarity.

in thy embrace, i find repentance.

no hallowed halls of stained glass

or shameful guilt shall manacle me!

for thy is my church

and i, thy reverent congregant!

i will follow thee into a sea of despair!

neglecting all gods spewing mockery!

for thy will is my religion.

With thee upon my tongue, 

i divinely pray,

o’ glorious day!

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.)