The woman and the man who beaded sweat
As they threaded the needle that clasped
My fine garmet together. Don’t you love
It’s striped silk inlay that no one else but
I will ever see? Like fine, intricate
Chiseled stone art high above street level
Leveled; hugging the chimney top adorning
Their building; work that only God will see.
-Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem with lines written in blank verse, “Marfa, Marfa you are worried and upset about many things” encapsulates my memory and reaction to visiting a “decommissioned” church building in Marfa, Texas with my family and finding suggestive, sexualized artwork adorning the interior walls of this former house of sacred worship. Although this was many years ago a stuck sadness for the offense to God and his Son still lingers - but no less a reminder that God sees all of our works including the interior most corners of our very beings.
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Well I know a church - only the side Chapel is open, and never on Sundays! Another group has taken over the main building, so at least there's some life there.
I am doubting the Chapel' s surviving part of their motto: 'Going forward....' More like standing still or going backwards?! doh!
Truth be told, it’s not as if God can be constrained to a single building but in all fairness, we humans put a lot of stock in our older buildings; especially those that previous generations put hard earned income into and hours of labor and love. More than sentimentality when you apply those factors...
But - I fought (thought) you was talkin' in (English) cockney slang there. e.g. 'apples and pears = stairs'.
They would know Marfa - she's an OK geezer, as cockneys might say!
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Yes, I understand about heritage of buildings. But what about - when I went to share the Peace (handshake, etc) an elderly chap was asleep behind me! Maybe the sermon/homily had caused him to doze off?!
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