Don’t judge me,
You are not God,
Don’t pretend to speak for God,
To know what he thinks, what he wants of me.
Don’t push your religion on me,
The Divine Word of God, written by man,
Interpreted by man,
In a futile attempt to change who I am.
Don’t condemn me,
You aren’t entitled to be my jury,
You are hypocrites and heathens,
Hiding behind your wall of self-righteousness.
Don’t loathe me,
Am I not your brother,
One created in the same image of your God,
Worthy of the love and respect given to those in your circle.
Don’t shun me,
Instead look at your reflection, then take my hand,
Walk with me and comfort my soul,
Are we not the same in the eyes of God?
Dom DiFrancesco 
uuuuu i love it!
Thank you very much I truly appreciate it. :)
I especially like where this poems goes, where it is going. . . .
Thank you Jeremy. I have, probably like most people, had many ups and downs with organized religion. Religion in and of itself is not bad, but the people are marginal at best. Thank you again for the support.
I absolutely love this poem, and I can relate fully. Having been raised in the Catholic church and following some form of religion throughout my entire life, once I became unsure of my beliefs it was like I had been struck down.
Thank you for posting.
Thank you very much for your nice comments. It’s nice to know I am not alone.