Someone came to my door today

And asked if she could read me ‘a text’.

Not quite sure what I wanted to say,

But with nothing better to do that day,

I shrugged and said, “Well yeah, OK”,

To see what would happen next.

She came on in and had a drink,

Her bible clutched close to her chest,

She said her piece, she didn’t blink,

Her ‘truth’ was clearly a missing link,

She kind of told me what to think,

I guessed it was a sort of test.

Was I one of the chosen few,

By accepting her ‘truth’, would I get into heaven?

Residing there, not passing through,

As I nodded and smiled, her confidence grew,

But she’d be disappointed, this I knew,

I’d not be part of her first eleven.

Never object if others choose

A life that’s structured by a creed.

But I won’t follow other’s ‘dos’,

If I did that, I’d feel I lose,

I just won’t walk in other’s shoes,

To tell me what I should believe.

Don’t need rules to tell me what to feel

I don’t have religion, I do have faith.

Won’t genuflect, and I won’t kneel,

My belief is strong, and it is real,

Compassion and love will always heal,

This knowledge gives me grace.