(Warning: pretentious personal poetry post)
The idea was exciting.
It spoke of something bigger, something grander than I’d previously known.
For quite a while the idea was extending my faith.
The possibilities were endless, and there seemed no limit to the idea’s implications.
The idea ran around and around in my head, questioning previous assumptions and breaking down crusty religious attitudes.
For a little while, I loved the idea.
But like most ideas, it was hard to love for long.
An idea does not love you back and it can not speak.
The idea had transformed my mind, but left my heart and my soul untouched.
My God is not an idea.
But for a little while, an idea was my God.