We go to the pulpit
And whisper our prayers
The stillness holds us
Like a straight-jacket
She kisses me
On the side of my face
I am not sure
If I feel it
The world is both vast
And small
The sparrows are nesting
In the spire
Silent and noisy
They are a map
To salvation
I hope my wishes
Will make up for my
Lack of prayers
I check myself
All is silent and still
I hope I have done enough
To reach salvation
An end
And a beginning
We do not listen
To the man in the pulpit
We have our own prayers
Longings and dreams
We hold hands in the darkness
Scared and hopeful
What will become of us
We know
But dare not whisper
Everything has an end
How we embrace it
Is how we begin.
I resonate with not listening to the man in the pulpit. "We have our own prayers, longings and dreams." Beautiful, Jae. I especially love the sparrows in the spire.
ReplyDeleteThis is compelling; the atmosphere of being in a church where multiple sermons are perhaps taking place reminds of my home church in the middle of a lawn that was often more vivid and present than what was happening at the front.
ReplyDelete"I hope my wishes
ReplyDeleteWill make up for my
Lack of prayers"
Wonderful, Jae!