You scoff at the stories
of how people found God —
I love you and the aliveness
behind your stance, the unwillingness
to be sold salvation by anyone,
to swallow stories
that set things neatly up —
castles made of blocks —
and plant the faithful conveniently
at the top

Some people may be called to faith
as if it were a club, and some, as if it were
network marketing.
You will never believe
what someone else tells you —
The voice inside,
deeper in than where suggestions can be planted,
whispers what you are:
You’ll follow that.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 12, 2015