Prayer

Religion/Spirituality is such a funny thing. For years I have been shaking (sometime more vigorously than others) the confines of being raised religious. As a scientist, I have great issues with religion, as a humanist, I have great problems with herd thought.

All that being said, in this darkest hour of my inconsequential life, I find myself praying or chanting. I wouldn't rack it up as a "come to Jesus" moment, but these mantras or prayers roll in my head without end. At moments it feels very Eastern in a chanting manner. At other times it feels very traditional Judeo-christian were I am pleading with a higher entity for help. It is a strange experience.

Is this the return of myself (the wayward sheep) to the flock? Probably not. But it could be the repair of a relationship with the universe and higher power.

PleaseGodno.PleaseGodmakehimseemelikeiseehim. GodwhydoIloveamanthatdoesn'tlovemeanymore?PleaseGodhelp.Ican'tdothis.PleaseGodhavehimseehowmuchilovehim. Letthatmeansomethingtohim. Pleaseletmylovebringusbacktogetherlikehisdidatthestart.

Please.Please.Please.Please.Please.Please.Please.Please.Please.Please. Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why? ButIlovehimsomuch.ButIlovehimsomuch.ButIlovehimsomuch.ButIlovehimsomuch.