In A Church Poem by Dana Lamb

Crucifixes
Morbid beauty of agony
This face contorted by pain
Arms stretched out in loving embrace
Complete self-abandonment
All sins can be forgiven
Blissful forgetfulness can be granted
Inner serenity
End of torment
A rose garden can be entered
Nightingales would sing in the night
A bunch of narcissuses
White satin of their petals
Fresh
Dewy
Fragrance
Reminiscent of spring
Re-birth
And a new beginning
For a moment
I’m lost in reverie
It’s madness to deny
The spiritual
I’m suddenly startled
By a gust of wind
I become aware of voices around
I’m not alone
I turn away
And chose not to be happy
And scorn the simplicity
I want no answers
No primrose path of faith
I quietly leave
No white lilies or daffodils
Asphalt jungle of a city
A soulless machine
Back to here and now
Back to the Purgatory