Closed Doors

I tried going to the masjid to pray again today because in the women’s chamber, alone, I find communion.

I am a hybrid and do not follow any one religion’s full traditions. They all seem distorted to me.

I just want to get into that cool sanctuary when no one lingers and feel what I feel when I have God with me.

I can’t find this sense in a Christian church because those crowding minds keep the truth from me.

In Islam, a primary belief is one’s having a direct link to God without having to go through a priest, which makes sense and appeals to me.

But to have the code to the door, you must believe as they believe.

And God follows me like a shadow.