Wooden Chairs

I am wasting my soul
on these wooden chairs.
The altar is set, the hymns are luminous,
but this is not my religion.
Candles are lit for faith.
Hands are held for peace.
But this is not my religion.
Odd that these simple
wooden chairs
are the most spiritual thing
to me here.

I write because God
tells me to.
I believe.
I feel my soul in my fingers.
I pledge myself to pencils,
but this is my religion.

© 1999 - French Bread Publications/David Bissonette

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