How I look at Tribe and Religion

Heaven Is not earned based on pace,
Organized in a sane, cleared space,
When it rains I know it’s just rain
Instead of saying God feels pain.
Life for me is a gift of grace
Open to all that will embrace.
Other than my colour; mundane
Kindness to all is Abel not Cane.
And although life is like a vase
True religion we should all chase
Readily to keep us all sane,
Independently or it’s vane.
Blessings always echo like bass
Engulfing every mans airspace.
Answered prayers are just like grain
Needing a belly that wouldn’t strain
Despite its journey tagged rat-race.
Religion should not us all erase,
Excesses should be checked like Wayne;
Letting go pride we might gain.
I am open like a book case
Giving , living , loving like lace
I believe in God but again
Owing to my flaws that is chain
Not letting go but won’t showcase.

Miidong