Maria

SerenWise

Time to kill before the bus

The chill air

Penetrates my lungs as I hurry

To a place of sanctuary.

 

The air in there is heavy

With silence

I seem to wade through

The prayer and devotion of thousands.

 

My gaze rests on her

Blue painted eyes downcast,

To the babe in her arms

And I wish that someone

Would cradle me.

 

I put down my shopping bags,

Fingers stiff with cold,

And sore with weight.

I kneel…

 

My mind goes back

To the grotto in the garden,

A small sanctuary

Amidst a miserable quagmire.

 

The cold air bites

As I step outside

And don my heretics cap once more,

My eyes cast upwards to heaven…

And I feel crucified.

  • Author: SerenWise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2019 01:06
  • Category: Religion
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  • dusk arising

    Were you looking for/expecting salvation?

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    Thanks SEREN for a very moving Poem ! In our experience ~ Just as God inhabited the Temple of Jerusalem ~ so He inhabits every Church on Earth today and we feel His presence in the House of God ~ AMEN Verse1. Place of Sanctuary V 2. House of Prayer V 3. Need to be cuddled with God's Love V 4. Memories V 5. Gazing Heavenwards & feeling CRUCIFIED ~ contact with the DIVINE ~ AMEN.
    ANGELA & I love to visit "CHURCHES" wherever we are in the WORLD ! Once we were invited to a Wedding another time to a Christening and a Communion Service in a Shell of a Church in Ephesus ! In every Church we enter we ALWAYS meet GOD and we light candles for Friends & Relations who are sick !
    Your lovely poem brought back many memories !
    Blessings & Hugs ~ BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡
    Please check ANGELAS poem "Love Me love my Cat" ~ THANKS !



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