Benediction Boulevard

 

Benediction Boulevard

 

 

 

seven shadows fell

upon the embankment

as his hands reached into his pocket

to find

rest in the form of wine

his bottle almost empty

a host of hunger reaching into his pew

his knees sore from praying

 

in an alleyway confessional

and his priest, hidden in a paper bag of redemption

 

the sin, the coveting of his neighbor's good fortune

that house with the shutters, 

the picket fence

the little red door

opens now only to a shattered dream

 

he cut his credit cards years ago

then nearly cut his wrists the day after

gave his soul to goodwill

but found no contrition enough to get him off the streets

 

and the Gates of Eden are decorated with graffiti 

he whispers the " F" word under his breath

sleeps behind the trash bin his life has become

(hymnal for a pillow)

 

devil's dime for a small morsel

a wafer thin

sustenance

 

his church is a congregation

gathered around a barrel burning with little heat

as his chapped lips

try to remember a prayer

 

but even that memory is as dim

as the color of the siding of the existence

he once knew

just before the altar boy snuffed out

the candles

 

as his mass draws to a close

and his breath begins to file out

of his dispirited body.

 

 

erin- cilberto

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

I love Cat Stevens🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes...had all of his albums, and now pretty much all on CD, too.
In my opinion..Tea for the Tillerman is the best album ever...

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Yes I just love his songs /music listen to it for years and years- words with meaning🌹

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Beautiful, full of emotion moving to the depths if despair- there is always hope- remembrance reminding us that without hope we have nothing but it’s up to each individual how we see what’s to be seen- might be out of grasp but in holding on and perseverance we can return to that which we once knew as home if we truly want to...wonderful images and words 🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Kelly.
j.

[sette]

they are humans too susceptible to mistakes just like anyone else

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they are, sette, yes they are.