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Losing My Religion
I once believed in my religion. My religion had many laws, Commanded by God himself. All chiseled into stone by His own hand. My religion said I only needed to Believe. But Jesus said that we must love our enemies, And…
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Mysterious Ways
The poem invites a gentle smile, not of mockery, but recognition: we all seek patterns in the sky when prayers echo back empty. The words don’t push – they observe. No blame, no anger. Just a breath held between longing and letting go. mysterious ways…
