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A Poem by smithab96

Unforgivingly stiff pews.

Lord, hear our prayers.

The holy eyes of stained-glass saints avoid my stare.

Lord, hear our prayers.

The aged flock like backwards vultures.

Lord, hear our prayers.

Flesh and blood bear promise of new life.

Lord, hear our prayers.

All is ministered by an overweight priest.

Lord, hear our prayers.

His robe, washed white in the blood of the lamb.

Lord, hear our prayers.

His face, splotched with deep red.

Lord, hear our prayers.

Everyone’s face here has been coated in red.

Lord, hear our prayers.

Splashes of red have spread to the walls.

Lord, hear our prayers.

Did it splash onto my face too?

I didn’t feel anything if it did.

© 2014 smithab96


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Wow. how is that for an impact! nice move on this one.

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smithab96

10 Years Ago

Thank you. A peer of mine refused to critique this for me in a creative writing class because of rel.. read more
Cory Barrett

10 Years Ago

I mean it is definitely a religious stance piece. I don't think there is any getting around that. I.. read more

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Added on July 29, 2014
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Tags: cross, poem, religion, priest, chapel

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