in that chapel
candles are lit
their tiny flames
starlight in four corners
pews of brown
lined up
an old man kneels
deep in his prayer
maybe for his wife
who is next to him
to the prayers
Jesus smiles
from His cross
the serenity
of His mother
and all the saints
all the statues
their faces know peace
their arms wide open
like the open door inviting
like the glaring guard's
denial of entry
no welcome for us
two people in love
two men walking hand-in-hand
Very moving, lovely poem, Chrys.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah :)
Deleteyes, great poem
ReplyDeleteThis touches an important contradiction in Christianity with its doctrine of acceptance.
ReplyDeletehypocrisy and contradictions ... spirituality versus dogma ... absurd rules ... yes Chrys this has to be pointed out!
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