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 Category:  Spiritual Poetry
  Posted: June 29, 2020      Views: 46

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This work has reached the exceptional level
childlike wonder resides in us all...
"Faith" by Margaret Bednar
Sanctuary is the smell of lilies, incense
lifting me bodily into ornate ivory,
intricate Stations of the Cross -

a guilty pleasure as a child,
(and sometimes, I admit, to this day)
diversion from homily, from prayer -

Myself in each scene: sitting beside Mary, my hand
touching Jesus' linens, John's compassion evident
in his tears, thankful for carved alabaster (no blood-red).

Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps it was an intimacy,
a vision, a message to ponder,
a conversation between God and me -

a seed nourishing the narrow path,
providing safe harbor when life strikes,
threatens to rock the boat, rip my sails -

Pray my vision's a bit cunning; no need to see Jesus
walk on water. Trust in the power of the parables
and lilies placed in a vase, reminding me

of childlike wonder residing in my breast.


Author Notes
Even as an adult I find my mind wandering during Mass, ponder the stain glass windows, the stations of the cross, the statues. I don't feel guilty anymore, I let them "talk" to me, meditate on the possible messages or lessons offered. As a child, I remember walking around and staring up into the beautifully carved stations of the cross and lighting the candles afterward for deceased loved ones. The numerous flickering little flames and the smell of the flowers meant comfort. Still do.
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