You and I see things the same way. Well told.
When finally I shrugged off my faith, at last letting it fall away from my shoulders like cloak on a forever summer day – the weight I carried was diminished, but the heat about me remained. I found I still bore a stifling garment of accusations and cautionary tales, gentle pleadings and leaden disappointments. Cleverly woven and fitted to me by those whose loving grace was hammered down and finely tempered by sacramental sadness and righteous rigidity. They continue to punch their cards, singing out praises, and updating their fire insurance…looking askance at me all the while. I have failed them. I have failed myself. Still… The jettisoning of what I was told – once upon a time, from a story book whose onion-skin pages were bound up faded leather – quietly revealed what I needed to accept. It has never been easy. There are still questions. But now I am free to ask them as they should be asked. And so, the heat has abated at last I’ve stripped off the last vestiges of unneeded cloth. And now I find my body and my thinking less constrictive. I breathe easier. My steps feel lighter. Perhaps there was nothing to fail after all. No flights of fancy, and no fatal falls. And even on those days when it is one damn thing after another, how could I miss a time when it was one thing damned after another? |
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