Awaiting
Calvary’s cavalry
I sat
in a Catholic church
To
make the waiting longer
The
bishop was lost in a lurch
The
choir sang a couple of hymns
To
help us pass the time
I sat
there, mute and unfamiliar
With
the melody and rhyme
I
was, however, familiar
With
all the ups and downs
With
all the genuflecting done
For
those in priestly gowns
I’d
witnessed the loud chanting
Their
call-outs and replies
All
their rites and rituals
To me
was no surprise
I
tend to look right down my nose
At
such religious views
And
think my way is superior
To
those kneeling in the pews
But
there was one moment
Where
I felt my heart swayed
By a man kneeling next to me
As he
devoutly prayed
I
heard his old voice singing
So
softly, yet so clear
His
faith shining so purely
It
nearly brought a tear
If one
should chose a guiding light
To
steer their life’s path by
From
darkness to a place so bright
Why
should I question why?
This is really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOurs is not to reason why. The Catholic church is a ritualistic place to me....not in the comforting sense of the word. I've never cared much for religion, but I care much for Christ. Faith...in or out of religious structure, is always moving.
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