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Halo in the wind
Grime on window panes
Grey goes the world outside
The polished waxed floor
Now stained with stains
Of pacing feet
The tired sighs of yesteryears
Merely echo across the empty room
Congregations became shadows
Saved souls disappeared
Vast space haunted by unholy ghosts
Promises made whispered and broken
So many promises smeared on dirty walls
Of fading faded hallways
Through shifting moving time
Came the glorious rapture
And then it was gone
Shifting time made adulteries
Be more sublime
Pledges and vows became naught
Like tired church chimes
Kyrie eleison, Kyrie eleison,
Ora pro nobis
Christe eleison, Christe eleison,
Ora pro nobis,
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
dona nobis pacem,
Jesu, Redemptor mundi, dona nobis pacem.
Whispers
Ecce Agnus Dei, ecce qui tollit peccata mundi.
Beati qui ad cenam Agni vocati sunt...
Dry as dusts
Are drying tears.
By Grace (ldryad)
Ps: Humble apologies to Catholics on DUP should this poem offends you. For info: I was born/bred Catholic too.
Grey goes the world outside
The polished waxed floor
Now stained with stains
Of pacing feet
The tired sighs of yesteryears
Merely echo across the empty room
Congregations became shadows
Saved souls disappeared
Vast space haunted by unholy ghosts
Promises made whispered and broken
So many promises smeared on dirty walls
Of fading faded hallways
Through shifting moving time
Came the glorious rapture
And then it was gone
Shifting time made adulteries
Be more sublime
Pledges and vows became naught
Like tired church chimes
Kyrie eleison, Kyrie eleison,
Ora pro nobis
Christe eleison, Christe eleison,
Ora pro nobis,
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
dona nobis pacem,
Jesu, Redemptor mundi, dona nobis pacem.
Whispers
Ecce Agnus Dei, ecce qui tollit peccata mundi.
Beati qui ad cenam Agni vocati sunt...
Dry as dusts
Are drying tears.
By Grace (ldryad)
Ps: Humble apologies to Catholics on DUP should this poem offends you. For info: I was born/bred Catholic too.
Published 2nd Sep 2012
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2nd Sep 2012 1:40pm
I am a fallen Catholic, Grace, And I for one feel we should get off our high horse a see the corrupt reality that has been festering within the fold for so long, "absolute power corrupts absolutely."
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2nd Sep 2012 1:52pm
Thank You Gypsy red...I remember the wafer. I remember it well, and how it tasted like just wafer afterwards.
I understand what you mean completely, Gypsy Red! I turned away from the Catholic Church when I was still a small child because I saw firsthand the corruption, though my young mind could not at the time even begin to imagine the extent of it and how far, how deeply it goes. I endured a great deal of suffering in the Catholic school and church that I attended. The nuns and the priest there were very cruel, and to me seemed not to care about God's will at all... rather, they only cared about enforcing Church dogma and doctrine on us children. And: literally beating it into us if we dissented in any way. I kept on dissenting, and was happy when my family got me out of that school (and that church). The tortures I endured there made me an Atheist until I was in my teens. In my teens, is when I had my series of strong religious experiences that brought me to the start of the path I walk still... that of a Gnostic Pagan. I have never regretted leaving the Church even for an instant! To me, any religion that harms and persecutes others for any reason is false and not worthy of my time or my attention. I have been called heretic as well as rebel for what I now believe, but to me it is more honest, truthful, and peaceful than the hateful fear mongering those nuns used to spew at me. There is nothing more distant from God... than those who hurt others in God's name and then dare to say "Peace be with you!" afterwards. Absolute power indeed corrupts absolutely! Truer words were never spoken, my friend. Thank you for speaking them, and for speaking the truth here. ;)
You speak so true, Grace! To me as well, the Communion Wafer simply tasted like tasteless paper. God was not in that stale tasting bread, and even less was God in the corrupt priest who was holding it for me to partake of. Your poem is excellent in all the hidden truths (and obvious ones too) that it conveys. Thank you for writing it and sharing it here with us! :)
3rd Sep 2012 2:54am
Thank you dear Jessica...I know you would be one of those who understands. Your words comfort me...
