Religion
by Benji Raymond


It flows through my mind,
But not through my veins.

It swims through my thoughts
But not through my heart.

It is instilled in my sense of truth,
But not in my thirst.

It sits on my fingertips,
But not on the tip of my tongue.

Its presence is evident in my dreams,
But not in my sense of reality.

It lies comfortably in my soul,
But engages awkwardly in my life.

The Flip Side