In a past life,
I was in search of a god.
My sins were lead
And astray I truly was.
I never found my savior.
Not in sermons or hymns.
Nor in poppy fields
under blue skies.
I never found absolution
In prayer.
Nor in manuscripts
Written by men.
I found peace in my shadow,
With time.
I found acceptance,
And comfort.
Not in my faith,
But in rippled reflections
And polished metals.
I never found my god,
only my true savior.