Inebriant

Your eyes are fit to see a whole lot more
than just the outer stuff. They're meant to look
within, and there behold and to explore
the mystic kingdom mentioned in the Book.
Religion and it's rules here, don't apply,
and jealous gods need never stress your brain.
The universe is more than plain blue sky,
and angels know that clouds just make the rain.
The mystery and majesty extant
on nature's earth, is meant to clang deep bells,
and draw forth the divine intoxicant
which rollicks in the roots of souls and cells.
The mission's task is to extract one's head
out of the crack where dogma's clogs are bred.