My religion changes by the week.
Ive believed in that man unseen,
who appeared in the songs I'd sing as a girl in church camp.
Ive scoured the stars and the planets,
hoping each light through the window would spell out my purpose.
Other times my belief comes out when I'm singing along to that old cd.
The one I know every word to
as if the lyrics were somewhere inside me.
But recently my passion lies in the way his eyes change when the sky goes dark,
and the tension in his muscles when he pulls me close.
I wonder if they know,
those who have upturned my worlds,
just how drastically different I am now,
how changed I was then,
and how all thats coming is further transformation.