Unsatisfied

Religion is like the ocean,

The great mysterious

Once immersed

I see, I taste

I smell, I hear

I feel

I am

And the Shore always there

But the Shore always there

With each heavy, searching stroke,

I approach

Slowly

Don’t alarm my mysterious

Careful

Wet, hard, sand accusingly seeps between my toes

Breathe

The water sways back and forth

Agonizingly trying to hold back another lost one

Another

Nervous regressing feet,

Seaweed desperately clasping my ankles,

Quick regressing feet

Gradually it gives up

Finally

As my adrenaline dies down,

I knowingly lift my head,

Taking a deep astonished breath,

And I can see everything

Sight is all I have 

This is what I would change. Our need to be satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time.

It leads to so much confusion.