for Jack Truth, not religion Like soft rain falling on green canyons rather than a faucet dripping into a concrete sink full of cracks. Relationship, not ritual Like laying on a bed of sweet grass amidst friendly trees laughing in the breeze And knowing that their Creator made you too And desires to be with you And wants you to let Him love you as you are And wants you to know Him truly as He is. Not to light candles and mumble rehearsed prayers with dead eyes and dead Souls.

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1996 About This Poem

I wrote this for my good friend Jack. He was disillusioned with organized religion, and rightly so. A lot of organized religion is manmade and therefor flawed. God, however, is Truth. Jack, my friend... if you are reading this... I hope you find the Truth you seek.