Looking at the Cathedral sadly
I remember voices singing old hymns,
back when I was in that box labelled 'Christian',
when I was at war with reason and science.
Then the bridge, the paradigm shift.
I don't hate the person I became,
not knowing if I was climbing up or down that ladder,
my discontent of 'God' or 'no god'.
So like a cat I find contentment,
late in the day.
Sleeping. Eating. Scratching.