I don’t go to church anymore

I couldn’t tell you the last time I sat in a pew and sang a hymn

Do you think I’m destined for hell?

I have entered the canopy of trees in the woods and bowed my head in respect —humbled by their majesty.

I have dipped my body in the sacred waters of Mother Superior and felt the weight of my life wash off with every pull of the waves.

I feel saved

I have stood on a mountain and harmonized with the breeze as it danced with my hair and carried our melody into the world.

I swear I can still hear it when the wind hums through the leaves just right

Church has never let me scream my rage about the injustices in life, about how my heart aches, about how that boy broke my heart, about the friend that left.

Church doesn’t want to hear about how my garden is growing or what made me smile today, or what was the reason I got out of bed.

Church isn’t where you find your holy.