Bondage

The church was empty, At dawn, The pews held the testimony of a congregation 

That knelt before a Higher power.

Quite an incense, Pervaded the haloed hall, Unlit candles, Waiting.

The door creaked open As I cautiously Stepped in, 

Bearing my own cross, Looking for solutions,

Caught between Negative and positive.

Slipping into a Familiar place, Surrendering it 

To One who bore the cross for All of mankind!

 The slant of sunshine from a high window,

Lit up the Crucifix, Checkered by the grill.

Perhaps indicating That our crosses Are our binds,

That makes us prisoners Of our existence!

But the light that shines 

Through The patterned grill, Is what sets us free,

Gives the strength To break out of these Bonds,

Of judgement, The impediment To the evolution of my soul.

I came here to assuage Grief And despair,

I got inspiration And the finest Dissertation Of of the philosophy of Life! 

In reality, We know not what We do,

Only when we are tied to our crosses 

That we Look for answers,

That has been there Within us All along!