Spirit

I aspire to live as the crow flies.

We cannot hear unless there is silence.

The tree alone directing us / To peaceful paths / With its symbolic star.

It is we ourselves who must don the shaman’s mask.

I didn’t mean to give an honest answer when asked, ‘How are you?’

Not every religious tradition asks you to choose your theological stance midway through a hymn.

Modern life interferes with the lessons and warnings of Nature.

Pretending I’m self-sufficient at the Family Dollar store.

Celebrating natural, wild forms.

Rule breaking just might be right up our alley.

The ‘I’ of me is a snapshot of something in motion.

However people first come to a Unitarian Universalist church, their questions often include something about god.