Hey you, It's been a while lets talk about god
I am spiritual to a degree but I'm no believer in a highest of high power, I'd have to kill it if I did.
To put this simply, I have expirenced too much fuckery in this life to not want to tear its voyeuristic eyes out. All the indignities I and others around me suffer and no divine intervention? I put my faith in my loves instead
A pantheon of my very own, Gods and Goddess's that I adore, love and protect, I would happily kneel for them. They are not without fault of course no God is, nobody is perfect and our little imperfections make us unique.
True divinity to me is a kind word, a warm hug, the walks in the woods. The little acts of kindness in this horrible world make all the difference to me, It is my salvation in a way, It shows me theres more than just monsters out there.
Sometimes I capture these little moments in a photo, a note or a little trinket, these are anchors that I keep to revisit those times, they are holy to me, the weight of memory.
The feeling when the pantheon crumbles is melancholic, icons becoming painful reminders and memories tainting the photos. I still think it's worth it, my love is boundless and I keep some of the various reminders on a shelf or a hard drive, little pieces of them in my life forevermore. Do you have a piece of me? A shirt? A plushie? Something yours but blessed by an Angel? Will you keep it after I'm nothing but dust?
My temple non physical, My love broadcast in a thousand ways, Maybe one day I'll sing you a little song.
Reach for your own heaven, build it with those you love.