I imagine, that in this era of conservative Supreme Court decisions, unpunished riotous behavior and mass shootings, I am not alone in wanting to seek some distance from the pulpits which seem to provoke such nonsense. Still, there is no easy shedding of ones past, in terms of belief and practice. I had someone remind me recently of the magnitude of the decision, to be unfaithful to ones upbringing. This poem encapsulates the ambivalence we feel and the misgivings we have, when we discover that our current beliefs are at odds with the beliefs of our youth. Thanks for coming by to read.
How difficult it must have been
To leave behind your childhood creche,
To bow to others on the scene,
And back away and say “You’re next!”
To leave behind the Host and wine
And ritual and Holy Text,
To exit all, as on a whim,
Pursuing greater happiness.
How difficult it must be now,
A ream of prayers, learnt by heart
And Mercy, milked–a willing cow,
Who lows with pleasure as you start
To kneel and pray–and stained glass windows,
Miming tales for the unread,
And incense, floating in the air,
And hymns, that summon up the dead.
How will you cope, when you, at last,
Meet your Creator, face to face?
How will you justify a life
Spent running, running in one place?
And yes, denying Him, like Peter,
Fearing what the world might say,
Determined, to be smarter, better,
In a scientific way,
Concluding, He cannot exist.
And praying, praying, anyway.
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