Here’s the thing.
I grew up loving my religion.
It helped me to feel safe, and loved.
It offered me a moral compass,
And connected me to generosity.
It also taught me some unkindness –
Mostly towards myself.
And later still, it became too narrow
For my wild heart –
Much too reckless for these rules.
Doubting their simplicity, and mistrusting their cruelty.
Who gives me this authority?
There’s a questions I cannot answer,