I realized as a young girl that there were people in the church every Sunday that did not practice what was preached after they left the doors.
Oh, I know
and I get that
sinners, goin' to church...imagine that
but
when the pharisaic leaders are in my face, preaching about what I practice, well, hell, I can get that at the local bar
I'm not all that spiritual
but there's times
times I pray to God, and pray hard
for my children
for my woman's patience with me
for the well to not be frozen, offering a heart felt prayer of thanks when it isn't
and I pray hard for wisdom
for understanding
but, mostly it's one of thanks
during a sunrise, and moonrise (we don't get sunsets)
for still being, in spite of myself
I should pray more for patience, as I have a flash temper
but
have been able to hold most of that in, knowing how ugly it is
and, well, sometimes it's so gosh darn gratifying to let it fly