It's been 40 years since my last...A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
Our
Father who ..... Hallowed be thy....
and forgive us our
trespasses as....
fragments of prayers, of a religion i once felt accustomed
to
and now to which i feel
a stranger beliefs trickle down
like final flakes after a blizzard of the soul
a few still stick to
conscience but most melt away
before they hit the ground of logic
where was i then--- when did i leave that
place where kneeling and
confessing seemed proper Saturday manners
and sharing a host of
silent sanction on Sundays pretended the
norm---
was there ever a true
story or was it acting out a
fictional script handed down from
generations
others still go through
the motions and say the lines, while i find solace in
poems of Emily Dickinson knowing her unsettled
beliefs never found a home in
her heart
i read her hymnal style and remember singing
solos in the choir
perhaps because, like
her i, too, was an alien in
a strange church of devotion with no real
notion of belonging---
of singing at twenty, or
thirty or forty
i am a marionette of
faith's folly a manipulation of terms
and in the end, even if i remember the
rest of the words to that prayer, i will just sleep with
worms
nothing else because only they
will make me feel at home.
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18 Reviews Added on January 15, 2018 Last Updated on January 16, 2018 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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