Non-religion

This is my non-religion
this is my heart
I believe its beats and rhythms
and trust that oxygen will be there
with the next breath
that the earth will be beneath my feet
when I walk to the coffee shop
that caffeine will continue
to thrum in its race down arteries
and that my voice can thank
as well as my eyes.

My non-religion loves
and feels
and takes in
and gives out.
It is just as your faith
strikes God into you;
mine brings god out
and shares it with everybody.

I may not touch my fingers to my temple
or my temple to the ground
but I do watch the pale purple sky spilled
over with sunset light
and open to the blurred softness
of awe in beauty and calm.

But most of all,
my non-religion
never seeks to convert you
or question you
or judge you
for the very same things
that make your soul feel fed.

I am full -
brimming with the tender acceptance
that is my non-religious core.