The Other Realm

Margaux Trexler
Jul 25, 2017 · 2 min read

Religion is for those who are afraid of Hell, Spirituality is for those who have been there.

When I was little,

I used to go to church with my family,

And while our preacher was giving his sermon,

Or whatever it’s called,

To this day I really do not know,

But nevertheless while he was talking

I would read a book that I would bring

And I wouldn’t listen,

Because it was boring

And I didn’t care about God.

When I was a little older,

My family and I went to a different church,

And while our new preacher was giving her sermon,

I would make up stories in my head

About what I thought love was,

Or about girls that could freeze things with their minds

And instead of listening to the service,

I would make the lives of my make believe characters a whole lot more interesting than mine,

Because my life was boring

And I didn’t care about God.

Now I’m even older,

And I don’t go to church anymore.

But sometimes I pray,

By myself,

Without instruction from anyone else,

Because it feels real when I am spiritual on my own terms,

Because sometimes that seems like the only thing left to do,

And because I’d like to think that there’s someone out there watching over me.

There’s probably no one.

Even if there was

I read adventure books when I was supposed to be offering up my forgiveness

And I’m sure God doesn’t look too fondly upon kids who do that.

Or maybe she does.

I don’t know.

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