I’m not religious
I don’t believe in a deity
unless it’s a cruel one
or Freddy Mercury,
his angelic voice, his gentle soul
I would worship at his alter
until my dying breath;
there’s a thing though
that moves through me
on occasion some call spirit
it’s a thing I’ve seen and felt
in the core of my existence
a rhythmic force flushing
tip to toe from my chest outward
it’s orchestral, it’s all-life
when it syncs, Gloria
and it’s there in the ether, spatially
on the tip of my tongue
a thing no one can ever name
ever speak, but know is there
First Time ~ Little River Band
