Since I’d left the church,
Had I found some other way to practice,
Hmm, I replied—
I’ve turned to words,
And try to live a good life,
I felt a little inadequate.
But really, I was thinking of my origami cranes,
Folding them over and over,
Every slip of paper a piece of potential,
Trying to create a more beautiful world.
And isn’t that what religion is for, I should have thought and said,
Like one prayer or one blessing at a time,
An invisible force of feeling and good.