Dab brought me up as a Christian.
His dad had been a preacher,
So carrying on tradition through Holy Diction
Might have been the only path he had seen.
Until Grandpa died.
And we stopped going to church
And we stopped talking about God.

There was never a catharsis.
I never had an epiphany,
But endeavored in gradual change.
And the notion of nonreligion
Was now not so strange.
I am now who I misunderstood.
I'm sorry.

Happiness is less easy to find
Is that from experience or religion or both?
Life is suddenly less kind.
But if it brought me joy, and wouldn't leave me sad,
I would start going to church,
I would talk about God,
And I would talk to my Dad.