as one door closes, another...A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
as one door closes,
another...
sat in
an old church with archaic windows and thought about soul, what exactly is it? where is mine at the
moment---
stone faced statues
stared silently from altars of gold a slight light shone
upon them but i remained in
shadows
conflicted, afflicted
with doubt is what i am looking for
in here? within the confines of
brick and mortar within these wooden pews
and kneel down philosophy browsing old hymnals
with much older songs sung now in the back of
memory
my words remained unsaid they formed in confusing
prayer i tried to understand
something taught to me from First Communion
through years of sovereign reminders
through public outcry against the very saintly
vocation and irrevocable
intrusions to the standard set and disposed
of, by strayed shepherds of
example
sat in an old church
with archaic windows saw artistry on the pane saw pain in the artistry heard pain in the echoes as i sat there wondering
where and why it all went...
got up and took one last
genuflect then another last
reflection
and walked out into the
wistful wisdom of life, the real one that comes
with years of finding out the truth that comes with an
understanding---
of losing something we
leaned upon for so many years--- that with age becomes artistry less
and less visible
to the eyes of the soul.
erin-cilberto 5/8/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on May 8, 2016Last Updated on May 8, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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