Monday, November 4, 2013

BECAUSE I AM AN ACOLYTE












Because I am
an acolyte
The rhythm
of my days
Is defined
by a precise
schedule
The distance
between matins
and evening prayers
delineated
when an ancient
bell  emits
its deep "gong",
struck by a clapper
older than
angel whisperings

Infinite ponderings
about creation
through years
of kneeling,
head bowed
in reverence,
cannot keep
the odd impulse
sneaking in
unbidden from
the invisible ether.

Makes me wonder,
if God's listening,
why do I have such
callused, aching knees?
Hands folded
in prayer, end
balled into fists
those days...

5 comments:

  1. I love the all of it, but especially the last stanza. Indeed, why such callused, aching knees? Brava!

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    1. I agree, whole-heartedly. Beautiful, Sharon.

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  2. Great tension here! I love what you did with these words!

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  3. This is really very special. I've read it twice now, and I think it's wonderful.

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  4. Thank you all...they were interesting, intriguing words and "because I am an acolyte" came out of the blue...it was a fun topic to explore, play with...I appreciate the feedback...

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