The Whispers Of My God.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

on my birthday
she asked me if i have
to go to church
at least this once...and
i said no
and i told her politely
like a wind to the leaf
that i only do what i want
and what convinces me
to be done and so
rightly,
i take a walk
and think about a lot
of matters of this
world
i find a direction always
back to my home,
this self,
this self in silence
this self
in listening,
to the beatings of my
heart
to the longings of my soul
to the whispers of
my God.