I’ll nail my thesis to the church door
and hope the hammering itself
will wake them--the poet monks
who have kept vows of silence
while the noise of priestly
prose and sermonizing
fills the sanctuary like clanging smoke
and God, like a fly, skims a stained glass window
for a seam of slightest sky and escape
out into holy air.
-- rLp --
Seriously love this one! I can't even explain the emotion I feel when I read it... it resonates with my soul and my desire to yell "grace" in a crowd of Pharisees, yet when I ask God to "try me, and see if there be any hurtful ways in me"... I am but a Pharisee. May I post this to my FB wall?
Posted by: Diane Sirmans | September 06, 2010 at 10:59 PM