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As you get older you grow in your thoughts, perspectives, morals, and spirituality. This collection of poems is a reflection of that baptism one goes through from your twenties to thirties.
I had gone to a couple of churches in Canada in my early 20's and was awe struck by faith. One church proudly displays a huge amount of crutches that were left behind from people who were cured of their aliments due to their belief in God.
I'm a spiritual person, but I never dreamed of ever being able to leave my aliments aside. It's a miricale that I don't think I will ever see for myself personally. You have to be truly special to have that much faith. That display left me questioning myself, to say the least.
I then went to another church that had beautiful stained glass pictures and statues. I stood there for several minutes hoping to etch the scenes into my brain so I would not forget how beautiful it was.
The beauty left me feeling a little flat, though. I started to question my thoughts again. I wondered if I was being a little too superficial looking at stained glass and statues. After all, the crutches were definitely more of a stronger symbol of faith.
I left the church and the light of the outside seemed to knock some sense into me. I saw the beauty of a tree. This tree took me back to my childhood where I was innocent in my love and faith of God. That realization is found in this poem.
Excerpt
The VIP Room
I walked around the grounds
And saw crutch after crutch
Piled together making one
Huge collage of life like
New beginnings.
On the inside colored glass
Beamed in the sunshine.
You didn't need
The ugliness of incandescent.
Everything about the place
Shined and gleamed
Like a car freshly washed
And waxed. I stood there
In awe of its beauty
But I began to wonder
If I am good enough
To set foot in here.
I am just an imperfect woman.
I am nothing like
The perfect beauty
Surrounding me now.
Does He know I'm here?
Should I have knocked first?
Would He want me here,
Basking in all of this beauty?
I hope He shows up.
Does He come here on
Days that don't start with S?
The chatter filled my head.
I left confused, ashamed,
Imperfect, and unworthy.
I finally found the ugly concrete
Of the outside.
I started to walk in a daze
Of thought and simplicity.
Left foot, right foot,
Left foot, right foot.
I looked up and there it was!
Big, sturdy, and quite old.
The leaves as bright
As they could be.
I ran to it like a school girl.
I stood underneath its bigness
And I looked up.
He's here.
I know He is.
I can feel Him.
I think I can hear
Him too!
He's saying that I don't need
An invitation.
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