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anna tecson Dec 2020
first, it was a light
then a handsome being comes down from heaven on earth
with feathers and white
--he whispers in her ear
oh--what delight and fright
oh--how humble she is!
to know that she will be

the Mother
to
the Son

--here Love begins...

-a.t
The Annunciation (from the Joyful Mysteries)
Kristin Oct 2020
This is the cup of the new and everlasting covenant
Shed for you and for all, so that our sins may be forgiven...

Do this in memory of Me.

In memory of the spooky parochial school halls
In memory of the wizened nuns, quietly obedient
In memory of the over-simplicity of rules
In memory of false piety laced with hypocrisy
In memory of crushing inadequacy

Do this, in memory of me, the child.

In memory of the child whose uniform never quite fit
Whose body developed too early
Who had trouble making friends
Who didn't have enough discipline

Do this, do that, don't do this, don't do that
So many tiny rules and expectations
to love, serve and obey
Lane O Sep 2020
Black rosary beads
Holy prayers uttered to God
Penance for my sins
SA Szumloz Jun 2020
The silence stretches for an eternity
As do the millions of unconfessed sins,
Whispering in the ears of penitents
Like secrets kept too long in the dark.

The stale smell in the room is oddly comforting
As if a warm blanket has covered the soul
There is a presence in the room, a chill
I don't know if it's God or I am sick.

A dark curtain stands in front of me
Behind it is a man so close to Heaven,
He can touch the clouds with his fingers
I am miles away from that place.

I kneel before the dark curtain, hot as the sun
I bless myself with eyes welling up with tears
"Forgive me father for I have sinned,
It's been years since my last confession..."

There is so much guilt in my small heart,
Poisoning me to do more wrongdoings
I know that if I don't release this pain,
It'll eat me alive like a raging cannibal.

So, I let the tears fall and the words come,
Taking off my armor of sin and fear at last.
Thoughts?
Kelsey Banerjee Jun 2020
father,
it has been over a decade
since my last confession;
in fact,
that crisp lenten day,
you in your purple,
I refused to come in,
giggling,
because I had committed nothing
worth an intermediary.

under lock and key,
anxious not to make trouble,
a natural people pleaser,
what could I child do but
laugh at sin?

today my prayers are mingled -
mangled,
a clutter of languages and deities:
my god is one but also many.
I’m not even Catholic anymore,
But for old time’s sake,
will you listen?
Eva B Apr 2020
Sister Magdalene had her own parking space
in the lot of the church where my grandfather
placed his hand on my shoulder.
Over the other, Joan of Arc whispered a joke
about the Father.
Something about bad breath.
I giggled a fragmented
Amen.

As a young girl I dreamt of the honor
of battle and the burden
of armor. Each morning I’d awake,
my wrist sore from painting fields
menstrual red. My thighs ached.
My horse's name was Gust.
She was the color of overcast.
Once, she got so tired
she kneeled. When she stood
her stomach held the night sky.
I laid beneath her and named stars
from bits of her fur
until the field began to whisper so loud
that I woke.

Sister Magdalene sat in the first row of pews.
Her skeleton hands held a candle. The flame
tip-toed up her habit with the resolve
of a field of corpses rolling their eyes
toward salvation. When the flame
reached her chin I bit my lip.
Joan asked what’s wrong
or what’s right.
My mouth was full.

The flame grew to reach the Father,
kneeling at the feet of a cadaver.

I listened to the church bend
in the heat until Joan begged that we leave.
Based on Otto Dix's 1914 painting, The Nun
Do I consider myself a heathen?
What is the definition of a heathen?

A friend?
A Loved One
Or Enemy?

No,
Why?
We are One!
All my friends are heathen. S take it slow
Felicity Paris Apr 2020
what am I?
if nothing but ash and clay
mixed together until you recognize this face
is it the face of my Lord, like he said?
or is my soul too lost
for you to find him within me anymore?
Felicity Paris Apr 2020
if what they say is true
and you whispered in the ear
of a man begging for God’s mercy
a message of acceptance and love

if what they say is true
and you know that God loves
every person he created

then blessed be the world
and I will raise my heart up
to the Heavens for my Lord
as I have wanted to for so long
for I believe my God loves us
unconditionally
and my sexuality has no bearing
on anything more
than whom I love
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