Remember Things Just Are

I feel closer now to God than I have ever felt before.
I know that when tomorrow comes I may just feel the cold.
Sometimes spirituality is so fleeting and no more
As I wrestle with my mind and soul that are my bruised ego.

I wish that I could always feel the closeness of God in my heart,
But belief does not come easily and leaves me like a fart.
I eat the beans of faith that my God feeds to me.
Then the flatulence, it comes again, and I am left wondering.

I never know from day to day if I will be filled again.
With love for the all-ness of nature that includes the world of men.
Sometimes I feel so honestly I am floating on a cloud.
Only to watch the eagles soar as I get myself shot down
By the horrors and atrocities of life that make me feel and think
That God is not so really there and my soul begins to sink.

And then, like the glory of a sunrise, my faith comes back to me,
And I know that evil is caused by men, the gods of the world to be
For every day is a new creation like every spring and fall
I put my ego back in check, the devil take them all.

It is strange to me I write this work for I do not believe.
In A Daddy God, or evil Satan as was taught to me.
I think that all is interconnected, our spirits, brains and souls
With every living creature, the rocks and trees and moles.

I also find it interesting that I rhymed soul with mole
Because I think that most of us are hidden in a hole
We never see the greatness that each of us can be.
We are to busy contemplating just how things 'should'� be
And forgetting that all things just are and that is all they'll ever be

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