"...a flicker of freedom for the soul"

In Spite of All the Religions of Man In spite of all the religions of man And how man would control woman thereby When he neither controls himself nor can He be persuaded (by woman) to try Man with his hopes and his popes and his creeds Is up at night looking to meet some needs Maybe remaking himself in the sky But more than anything afraid to die And yet I feel like something is out there Like a god or the ghost of my mother And I still pray and when I say a prayer I can perceive the presence of other I seem to be getting all my needs met But by what or whom I cannot tell yet Except a light of other in the night In spite of all the religions there are Or not it seems like something like a star A spark in the dark as human birthright And not mere manly function of control But a flicker of freedom for the soul (Which organ seems to exist to resist The busybody and the moralist) In spite of all the religions I know I somehow believe in God even so And he or she would seem to me to be Better than they say (or is that just me?) Take control away from them and be free Can there be a god? I believe there can In spite of all the religions of man +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX