religion sits high on the
mantle shelf, sharing dim light
with stained-glass memories,
and chipped edged rims
“I baptize you in the name of the Father…”
supplicant and searcher,
lost and found,
just parables
time and time
again
she prayed every night,
twice on sundays
damned if she did &
damned if she didn't
she has forgiven herself;
forgiven her derelict god
she will never forgive him
but she still dusts the mug…
Author notes
This is not a poem about religion per se, more an exploration of my own lost faith and my new journey of understanding and spirituality. I hope it does not offend anyone - that is not my intent.
A contest entry
- the rusted bucket; a personification contest - with nurse chilly by Cat.
800 points, ended February 17, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Moving. I appreciate the author notes here love, the poem is entirely silk, catching at times on thorns of past pain.
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Like Mary said, this is very symbolic and I love how it can be stirred
bloody marvelous
many thanks for entering
G.x
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the mug symbolizes choices which were made for us
before we were capable of careful thought- it symbolizes the space we were born into rather than
the space we most fit- the chip is well used here- although subtly- which in my opinion is
the only way to portray some images.. chipped religion
worth getting the glue out?..
this is very good.. enjoyed it a lot
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most of my choices were made for me
that is why i chose this object
the poem i wrote was symbolic in many ways
maybe the glue is more than that...
thanks for reading and an opportunity to explore
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faith is not always religion
i get it
i know this story
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thank you for getting it
the Him and him are so different
it's all a journey of discovery
i just keep losing the freakin' map lol!
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yes ...
religion sits high on the
mantle shelf, sharing dim light
with stained-glass memories,
and chipped edged rims
...doesn't it though, i always felt that there was an explanation for those who tout a light that always seems to be somewhere else, but sits high and mighty demanding things that never seem to work ... there are remnants, however, aren't there, which give hope that there is a light, maybe not the one touted, but a light, maybe a greater one ...
Moqui says
... thoughtful, evocative, excellent
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indeed!!! ... i sometimes ferget i have a reserved place ....
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done now!
thanks for the premature clappy things xx -
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yer welcome 
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