STAIRS OF SPIRITUALITY.

Certain questions are like knives, piercing me when I was young.
Answers hidden well, searching for a melody never sung.
My new Spirituality- was shaken- innocence gone.
Father chose death to rest, while knowing it was wrong.

Un-

forgiving stairs!

The stairs of spirituality

My father chose death, opposed to glorious song
Written by love of babes; why? Was he very strong?
With questions, no place to hide, I found those most yearning.
Love of God’s few is bright, as a trillion stars burning.

Bright as a trillion stars until your sins are bare;
Drawn into the open, for everyone to stare.
Asked to choose: those who love me or church family?
I chose those who will burn for all eternity.

I

hated stairs!

The stairs of spirituality

Hell served its purpose, for me, happiness was rare.
With fire and brimstone came constant fear and despair.
Yet if I must go to Heaven alone, without my most dear,
I choose Hell in all her glory; I choose fire and fear!

With time and lessons of life, truth fell from above.
I realized God’s plan and was consumed with pure love.
Thankful, content, spent and positive there’s no hell,
I took a sigh of relief and rested for a spell.

In-

evitable stairs!

The stairs of spirituality

Once I regained my wits, I sought my enlightenment.
I looked above, around, and ran to were my heart went.
Where ever answers may hide, is where my mind would be.
I looked: Jizo, Buddha, Vishnu or mythology.

Al-

ways learning!

The stairs of spirituality

Liberated by beauty and love, I hold new truths deep in my soul.
Always lessons of Mother Nature, which serve to make me whole.
I cast off muddled lenses; many new colors are used to see.
Bright, brilliant colors that fill my life with virtuosity.

When I find myself weak, either by politicians’ lies
Or other evils that exist, I simply close my eyes.
I take a minute to reflect, and draw on lessons learned.
From the invaluable truths, I reap the peace I’ve earned.

Re-

warding!

The stairs of spirituality

Although my climb seems infinite,
If I could begin again,
I’d begin my climb with glee.
Except, now I’d run up the stairs…
The stairs of spirituality.