On being pagan [poem]


On being pagan: 
I feel spiritual when
I step outside on an autumn evening,
just after word, and
I take in that first breath of
cold air that stings my lungs.
I look up and
see the purpled clouds and
reddened skies, and
I feel the beautiful cycle of
day to night to day
all at once. And then
I walk down the steps to the parking lot,
jumping in the car to
beat campus traffic on the way home.
Because life is spiritual,

– poem by Larissa Lee

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s