priest mouths flowery platitudes, out of key organ a counter point.
man nailed to the tree seemed to weep, was it for this my sacrifice?
Incensed by the choking incense, mummery of the ritual, its meaning lost;
longing to be free, out in gods clean air, priest mumbled on, religion by rote,
his seeming God given right
blind to the inattention of his congregation, he accelerated to a fast conclusion;
longing to forget the flummery and lose himself, in an orgy habitual prayer and whiskey fumes dreaming of heaven.
absolved of sin for yet another week, trailing home at snails pace wondering,
not for the first time, was my time wholly wasted? yet paradoxically feeling a little less sinful and more holy.
1 - I'm HOLIER than thou..............by a long shot. i went to mass thirteen times last weekend! ! 1 in my youthful church experiences i thought the 'minister' was sincere and church helped raise me to be morally incorruptible. well..........ALMOST!
Blind to the inattention and be the attentive person to attend God's class. God only gives wonderful knowledge and we can lead ahead by his grace. An interesting poem is beautifully penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2 - my last fifty years has been as an agnostic-atheist, but i credit church as i credit my parents, Scout leaders, and some teachers (maybe) with helping to make me, BRI, the fantastic person i am today. ha ha. bri :) i " loved" the ending.