Flight 777

Flight 777

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Flight 777

 

 

Do flight attendants

serve drinks

on planes bound for heaven

or does God want perfectly clear thinking

from those negotiating the gate?

 

Wine works wonders for the soul

it is served for communion

at the altar bar

do sinners know the combination of the gate lock?

Who paid for the tickets?

 

Blood, sweat and fears

the hymn book opened wide

eyes burning red with dread

so we act Christian

just to get the pass

 

the takeoff from the womb

may have turbulence

but is the landing safe

is the gate too rusted for some to open?

Where is heaven's landing strip?

 

In Iowa?

and where is that flight attendant?

I need another sip from the chalice

 

calms the nerves.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/16/24

© 2024 jacob erin-cilberto


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Flight to heaven and do they serve wine? Good question for I I’m terrified of flying but I’m hoping this flight is different.

I love the idea and creativeness penned in this poem. I can see nervous people on a plane sipping from a silver chalice which holds the sweetest wine to help calm their nerves as they wait for the destination of heavens gate

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I like what you see here...oh, these nervous folks...
j.
Poetic Beauty

1 Year Ago

Smiles it’s amazing what images get conjured up in my brain when I read
Tremendous and very relatable.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Thomas,
j.
I’ve never travelled well. Have always needed a bit of Dutch courage before a flight. I don’t suppose it will be any different on flight 777. And if the landing and the gates are troublesome, well I’ll just have to have another and keep my fingers crossed. (Medicinal vino, of course)

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Medicinal vino...good idea,
thank you, Chris,
j.
God negotiating the pearly gates with the disembarked is a very evocative image. There is a linear increase in religiosity and number of unanswerable questions at any given time. Like throwing in the towel on a home renovation and saying "f**k it, lets call a professional, this is above my pay grade." The gate being too rusted to open is another great image, either it opened more freely at a point in time or we lost the recipe for its lubrication and must pay the price. Heaven's landing strip is indeed, yes, the place where there's nothing but subsidized corn and more importantly the start of the presidential campaign cycle. What absolute aaaangels live in Iowa!

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your insights, Jon,
j.
Love the Iowa reference. Yeah, I think you have to figure out the lock like those old cylindrical bicycle locks. ~Jim

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I remember those locks, Jim,
thank you,
j.
I often think of 666, that number of the wild beast (mind you, if it's upside down and we dial 999 here in the UK we get the cops!). Nice thoughts here, Jacob, as always.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

the cops could either help or hinder...hopefully they are good ones.
thank you, Andrew,
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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally 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..

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