Not So Sacred Memories of Church
By: Felix L. Perry
Mildew and musty immense caverns of gloom
Women wearing hats, scarves, a hankie
Men with heads bared holding hats in hand
Children cowlicks and pigtails, voices silenced
Father leads the parade of souls down the aisle
One by one from oldest to youngest we follow
Mother taking up the rear to watch for sinners
Hands together, eyes downcast, genuflect to the icon
Whispers and concealed pointing at who did what
As hypocritical sinners become Sunday saints
Bells and incense like a Carnival show gone bad
All rise to respect the power behind the robes
The power to bring fire and brimstone to your soul
The control to turn brother against brother
Father against son, race against race
To appease the greater power of Rome
“In nominee Patris, et Filii et Spiritus Sancti…”
(In the name of the Father, Son and holy Spirit…”)
He speaks in tongues were not meant to understand
Sacrifices made, potions stirred, magic whispered
Cannibalistic offerings of which we must partake
Strike fear into the hearts of the young, the unread
Do not question, learn blind faith
Sermon now, in English, we are all sinners
Mother who have aged and died bearing ten children…sinners
Fathers working as slave labor giving all extra to church…sinners
Babies not long from the womb who can’t speak…sinners
Children hungry in a family of ten…sinners
Wives beaten daily who divorce…sinners
Men of the cloth who stand as God’s representatives…
misguided pediophiles, misunderstood leachers, poor addicted alcoholics…
As the service ends “Dominus vobiscum” “ Et cum spiritu tuo”
“Ite, Missa est.” “Deo gratias”
(“The Lord be with you…and with your spirit.” “Go you are dismissed…Thanks be to
God.”)
Monette
Looked for you here and found a few friends. Perhaps I'll post a few. One great thing I found is Not So Sacred Memories Of Church. I love this poem. Our memories and feelings today are similar. At the time (childhood), I didn't much notice the politics and incongruities and confusion. I still love the statues, the incense and the candle flickers, although I only see them at weddings and funerals.
My kind of poem. Thanks for writing it.
Kathy Collins
(Writing Forum)
Myrna
Mother who have aged and died bearing ten children…sinners
Fathers working as slave labor giving all extra to church…sinners
Times have changed, however, they church is still looking for money,especially when your kids are in catholic schools. My kids are in catholic high school and I get a postcard from each school stating that if the tuition isn't paid up, the kids aren't allowed to take mid-term exams. Imagine this.
Wonderful job you have done here...with much imagery and truth.
~hugs~
Karen
I think this is tactfully written and with sufficient truth that stirred my own memories. An image remains of aging, punative males who only spoke Latin trying to save my soul.
This write truthful and you have deliver the message in a very Graceful manner with your words you you've captured
The terror many youth experienced and I remember this days
People only went to church because it was Sunday they call it
A day of obligation they really don't go because they felt
The need in there spirit.
Your message within this write
Conveys truth feelings you have instilled so many
Descriptive and informative words throughout your poem!
Outstanding Write!!
Love And Peace To You..Morning Star
here i don't think so
this is done very graceful story-telling even
and i enjoyed the words and story here brought back things i remember about some church experiences
you done a great job here (to me any way)
Perhaps this poem is your way of putting those bad memories behind you. Bless you, my friend, as you move forward and away from this darkness.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
I also can relate and appreciate what Victor wrote, though I do find more comfort myself sitting alone in some churches,and even though I dearly love some of the good folk who go to church,I happen to find more peace and feel closer to God by sitting in a shady garden.I too bear the emotional scars left from having been a child of that religion.
Best wishes always to you and yours
From
kay.
Ted
I like it Sweet Fee!
YOu got me deeply with this!
I feel
WE will know him in our ways!
This NEEDED to get out, and you said
elequently too! :)
STay Positive Always!
WArmest HuGs,Warrior Sheee
I understand your thoughts and can feel your emotions here.
One thing that keeps me is "Work out your own salvation before
God...man will always be corrupt in heart, therefore never rely
totally on man...but God.
Well expressed thoughts Felix...
xo Taylor
excellent, Felix ...
I love your fearless pen Fee. Now come join me next Sunday.
Love,
Susan
Love,
CJ
Love your Cuz, Rose XOXO
Best regards,
Leland
I applaud your integrity and would more of us so-called church-goers had the courage to confront our own white-washed sepulchres from the inside. As for me, knowing the state of my own mind and heart, I would be loathe to point any fingers. Sinfulness is perhaps not either doing or not doing something; it is a state of being... being deliberately at a distance from the heart that longs to enfold and embrace us as His own. But just ramblin now... and am in no fit state to. So just ignore. And, likewise, apologies if this review causes offence. Wholly unintended, but I can't be anything but honest.
Bravo and God Bless!! :)) K xx
Love Tinka
Regis
if thats what it was like
I understand your write...
there are rotton apples in every bunch
man is flawed
and its ironic, those with flaws are the first to point the finger at others, and sometimes station/status gives liberties undeserved
sigh