Swallows Us

Swallows Us

A Poem by JustPlainHere
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Today prayer is a place
that holds your voice until it can speak -
palatoglossal arches
over rows,
over the pulpit, and its oration -
hymnals pulled from pockets
with a mouth that barely moves - mumbles,
and tumble in the throat - the voice splitting.
As the congregation leaves
yesterday's prayers surge the candles
in the draft
between the rows of pews
still sounding in their Ss
with those who came 
between sermons -
linger in the oratory,
take our prayers into their breast.
I can see them better
than the ghosts of loved ones
filling the pit of the entranceway,
and I wonder if this is faith dying
or coming to life,
us with open hands,
and pockets
filled and fumbling with keepsakes
to lay on the altar
like loose threads unraveled from the heart,
our mouths tired.

© 2025 JustPlainHere


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I second Lara, J, you did an outstanding job here.

The play on acoustics, oration and palatoglossal arches ( damn! ) is phenomenal and ties into your closing lines quite well. (I see a surrealist choir and aching chords)

I especially like the question posed around the service either killing faith or breathing life into it. (I think the answer much depends on whether one sees prayer as an act of grace or as a manifestation of control).

You absolutely nailed it with this one - thanks much for sharing with us!

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1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

JustPlainHere

1 Month Ago

Thank you! I very much appreciate your insights on prayer here - you hit on the head where I was g.. read more
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1 Month Ago

Oh, the honour’s mine J, was a pleasure to read.

Best to you.
What a beautiful piece, j!

It quite captures that which can not be captured: the ephemeral nature of spiritual faith.
To substantiate the insubstantial in this write is a thing of magic most wonderful - particularly so, when a reader (I, atleast) relaxes the diaphragm and breathes with an open belly to sigh... touched.
Fine wine, indeed.
Such keen author observation, (seems well nurtured), and wonderful, wonderful writing. ✨️

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JustPlainHere

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much! And glad that it elicited such a detailed reaction, it is an honor.

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