A Child of The Post-Secular

My religion does not save me

It is a scaffold helping me to process

Helping me appropriate my salvation

It has syncretic elements

It is hybrid yet not syncretistic

My religion is a bracketted out space

An ideological workstation

It is there that I explore dying and living

How my redemption be

My religion is for me

I do not impose it

Though I can't help but celebrate

It is a tearing of the curtain of my ignorance

It's in process and it is intimate

Like the slow unzipping of my attire

I am coming into a new nakedness

Through my religion

And still I find myself draped

In garments finer than angel's