Church at 9
Who the demon, who bedeviled?
Who the stalker, who the prey?
His the power of absolution.
unforgiven, drives away
weeping penitential victim.
Whose the penance yet to pay?
Monday, August 20, 2007
Confession
In an earlier post I had written about some of the experiences of confession that came from my very Catholic childhood. The morning after a rather intense session of spiritual direction, in which I was reminded once again that just because something is old does not mean it is done with you, this poem came almost whole with me from sleep.
Church at 9
Who the demon, who bedeviled?
Who the stalker, who the prey?
His the power of absolution.
unforgiven, drives away
weeping penitential victim.
Whose the penance yet to pay?
Church at 9
Who the demon, who bedeviled?
Who the stalker, who the prey?
His the power of absolution.
unforgiven, drives away
weeping penitential victim.
Whose the penance yet to pay?
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welcome Kate!!!
Wow, RevDrKate.
And, welcome!
Cool.
(RevDrKate is a really cool name, too.)
Welcome to RGBP!!!
back again to say, how impressed with your poem.
I kind of like that comment: just because something is old doesn't mean it's done with you. I tend to view myself as pathetically whiny when I return to obsessions over old issues. Perhaps the issues have lives and personalities of their own and need to revisit the person whom I hope is the changing and growing me.
OH, and PS: an offical (finally!) welcome to RGBP!
SD is right: "just because something is old doesn't mean it's done with you" ... poem = wow, indeed ... and official welcome to RGBP.
thought-provoking poem... and an 'official' RGBP welcome from me too!
gg I really believe that these things do have lives and cycles and that they come around again until they are done with us and we with them.
Thanks all for the comments and the welcomes.
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