Whispered in the ears
are a thousand isms.
Shining through prisms
of shared credos.
We zoom the lens,
Object its glass,
Enjoying the contrast
of modern day.
Displaying humanity's common thread,
We lay dead from our own ideology.
Tired from our "love of God",
We journey realms of pity and piety.
Searching for buried clairvoyancy,
All in the name of religion
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Some people will never understand my ideas of being agnostic and that's okay. It's not meant for them to comprehend. It's only meant for me to be open to different concepts or new perspectives,because if I close my mind,I learn nothing new.
Please tell me what you think
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Wendy thanks for your input..but its not sad its just life.. your spiritualty in a bottle is written so well.. very unique and personal... im not suree how to rate these things but i couldnt give it any less than a 10!
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Interesting thoughts & wording.
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