How vast and limitless are your secrets,
How wonderful and awe inspiring
The movement of the Wind upon the Earth.
Wind moving clouds and rain,
Waves on the shore,
Soft and gentle ripples on the surface of the water…
…And there I stand,
Trillions of cells forming into one
Well established illusion known as Wilfredo.
Oh, Dear Lord, I am fading,
The illusion is losing its grip on me,
And I don’t know what to do?
Am I moving towards acceptance of the inevitable?
Or simply accepting the foolishness of thinking I was,
When I truly wasn’t?
Where, Most Holy One, are you taking me, when I finally fade into your All?
©Wilfredo Benitez 7/15/19
Religion Is Garbage. Why Bother? 