Yet we are, I am

I am yet a man with all of the insecurities and gestations of experience.

I am yet a boy with all of the insecurities and wonder of not knowing.

Truth to these middle years as Luis J. Rodriguez found is:

The disproportionate truth of not knowing what’s to come and how deeply my past has effected where I stand.

As prolific in my mind as Maya Angelou on stage,

I am but a nave in reality wishing upon a star.

My little light seems to shine when no one can see it

And maybe one day I’ll find that it is okay if this light shines just bright enough to keep me content

A  LOST ANGEL; halo dwindling,

Religious without a religion;

Non-denominational is the term coined by many refraining to be chained by the boundaries of religion.

Insisting on doing it their way -

Praise Jesus!

Praise Allah!

Praise Buddha!

Praise L. Ron Hubbard!

Inter-denominational are we.

Improperly seated at the table of properness not knowing who should be at the head.

Ignorance is bliss, and we’ve mixed it up in tumbler with our own twist

Shame,

the drink is weak.