At first,
Your email
Made
Me smile
At
Your curious tone
And
Ever so slight
Accusation regarding
My soul
That became
Your
Judgment.

Sadness I felt
At your omission of
Your
Christian name
As it did not fill itself in
Each time my eyes again
Made their way through your note.

You
Who hide
Behind
An email address,
Trying
To convert me
To
A way of thinking,
To
A way of believing;
You
Can’t even
Take ownership
For
This concern you have
For
My soul
In your God-given name.

I am not ashamed of my path.
I am not afraid of God.
I am not afraid
Of you.

So many useless questions
Come
To mind:
Are you ashamed of your path?
Are you afraid of God?
Are you afraid of me?

No matter:
To
You
I send love;
To
You
I send blessings;
And
To
You
I send
The Angels.

May
This poem’s readers
Also
Send you love,
Send you blessings,
And
Send you The Angels:
Namaste.