An Errant Sputnik

I’m here to worship at the altar of superposition

Where I beg I may find grace for heresy

I walked through a beautiful world with a scowl

Damning everything I could see

just to leave a trace of myself

I confess I feel ashamed

That I neglected to appreciate your design

That it took me so long to find 

a sense of Myself, 

and within Me, You

I know You are not looking from above

I could love nothing from that angle

I can close my eyes and listen,

Hear You everywhere within and without

And I am released from my doubt

I’m here to cleanse myself of arrogance

and accept the ways in which I broke 

are part of a tapestry You weave

I don’t know what I believe

but I’d like it to mean something 

I don’t know what it means to pray

but I’d like to wash away my superstitions 

be rid of inherited traditions 

and find instead the forgiveness

that I owe Myself