Religion rightly ties us back to God
(From whom we’re loosed when we arrive on Earth),
Yet not as captives ruled by sword and rod,
But voluntarily as befits our worth.
Though we may fondly fancy we’re unique,
Determining our own erratic course,
We’re godlings in our souls and rightly seek
To reconnect ourselves with our true source.
This cosmic game of Hide and Seek displays
Its whimsy in the synchronicities
Befalling us to guide us through our maze
Of wayward days toward true felicities.
The winners are those souls who reawake
And are bound homeward for their Maker’s sake.