I stood in the dark
On a warm spring night
Waiting for the bus
Watching the show
Across the street
In a store front church
Lights blazing
Through unshaded windows.
Like watching a video on fast forward in a dark room
Or a fish tank laced with amphetamines.
A small room packed.
Seething, writhing people
Singing, dancing, playing guitars,
Beating tambourines,
Making, “a joyful noise.”
Heaven on earth?
It must be hot as hell in there.
The men in white shirts,
The women in print dresses,
The children running in and out
Between their legs.
I stood in the dark
Waiting for the bus
Charmed and wondering and horrified
At this frantic innocence.
This desperate sincerity
This primitive faith.
I was to smart for all that
I already knew too much
To give my self
To passion and belief.
I stood in the dark waiting.
I could have predicted a writing like this after reading the first piece that precedes this one. Only a man of secular faith sees the darkness to be as revealing as the light. I recommend this one as well. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dark and wonderful.....