Beyond the horizon

Nature uses her horizon to obscure the full expanse of her majesty, as a beautiful woman might angle her face to the floor to avoid attention.
She has no need for flashy steeples or tolling bells to make one sit up and take notice.
Like the peewee enraptured by his reflected image in my window, 
her many faces captivate me, her power and complexity is jaw dropping, inspirational.
The earth and all her creatures are miraculous.
Some feel the magic's down to God. But not me.
I truly fear religion.
Sitting in a man-made church only serves to separate me from the divine.
How shall I explain my spirituality then, as a woman of faith and a child of nature?
I can only say with conviction that I know not what I am, but what I need.
I need my ears to hear birdsong - not hymns - for my heart to beat in tune to that which is truly holy.
I need to feel the warmth of the sun, and the breeze on my skin to remind me of all the reasons to be good in this world. 
It is only nature who can teach me to be selfless. To love unconditionally. To withhold judgement.
Even so, I understand why some might wonder who made our natural world... the stars and seas and sky and everything in between.
And I bear no judgement for that.
But such knowledge wouldn't add to my reality.
The world we occupy could not feel more sacred just because I've entered a building to commune with her maker.
I am happy to accept the mystery of a reality beyond the horizon, even if I can't see it yet. 
Would you call that faith?
Though my field of view is narrow upon this Earth, my perspective is expansive.
Would you call that visionary?
So while I occupy this body, and look toward the horizon, the Earth shall remain my temple;
her seasons and cycles and currents shall be my scripture; 
and every living plant and animal to have received her holy sacrament will be my prophets.
And while you fret about my soul and my absence of religion,
don't try convert me.
My soul already knows the truth. 
Just let me sink into the grass, cast my eyes toward the sky and trust there's a place in wait for me beyond the horizon.

 

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Kate G

Sat 12th Oct 2019 01:40

Thanks Vautauw, glad it spoke to you.

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Vautaw

Fri 11th Oct 2019 23:45

This poem captures my feelings about religion and spirituality precisely. Absolutely breathtaking. Thank you for this Kate. It is just what those of us on the cusp of expansion need. Write on. ~V

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Kate G

Fri 11th Oct 2019 23:05

Thanks Ruth, I was scared some might think I'm attacking religion but I'm not. Organised religion is not for me, but I know it brings comfort to many. 😀

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Ruth O'Reilly

Fri 11th Oct 2019 22:41

I love the thought of birdsong instead of hymns. Nature has many modest faces which only truely reveal her beauty to those who are present and interested enough to explore and be aware. I really enjoyed this poem Kate.

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Kate G

Fri 11th Oct 2019 21:24

Thanks for the like Philip😀

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