clutching bibles but shutting doorsA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
clutching bibles but
shutting doors
the pews are empty
hearts in a church of desolate
streets
giving prayers only in
signature syllables but the unsigned charity is a poem unwritten
faith starts with the
heart not in some disfigured
beliefs
God is in that deep
water vehicle saving lives, not sitting in a
building on Sunday contemplating his
existence
all of those dying in
deed all of those who bravely
heed the call to be saviors
they have conviction to embrace the fallen the drowning, the ones like Anne
Frank hiding in attics holding their breaths
religion seems often to
be a guise but really disguises a
lack of caring but for oneself--- and then those in charge
double speak their way out of the
pulpit at the same time never
moving an inch
much like that storm that hovered for days as cities wept
and angels shook their
heads in disbelief at the contradictions
and hypocrisy floating among the
debris.
erin-cilberto 8/30/17 © 2017 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 31, 2017 Last Updated on August 31, 2017 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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