SEARCHING:

At birth I walked through holy church door,

Where preacher told of sin, punishment & more,

So I walked down the aisle, past font, pew & gargoyle´s clawed paw,

And walked out of my church not finding the lore.

I entered the synagogue, seeking  sign of life anew,

But the rabbi spoke only of the special chosen few,

So I walked past the men with the Torah in white & blue,

I didn’t belong there, that much was true.

I approached the mosque in dawn´s rosy morn,

Looking for answers, but I only got scorn,

So I walked between the humble kneeling at dawn,

And I knew that this isn’t for what I was born.

Into the temples of Buddhists & Hindus I went,

Asking them all what to them the word “God” meant,

They answered in wailings & chants until they were spent,

“Please someone somewhere, why to earth was I sent?”

I entered the forest feeling lost & alone,

I saw a circle of Druids holding hands in a drone,

They gave me a smile & said “welcome home”,

No dogma, no sin, just life as it´s known.

“Welcome to our church of the elements wild,

To our teachers of nature, kind, gentle & mild,

Be not afraid, there´s no need to be riled,

Give us your hand, here you are welcome my child”.