Water in the Church

The nameless

Heavy moment 

I felt forgiveness.

After I’d fallen

Hundreds and hundreds 

Of moments--

From which I had no 

Respite.

I’ve been willing 

To be damned 

Naked before God.

Now and every

Unthreaded thought

After--

After. 

I remember it all 

With no title 

No signature

No name.

I remember you 

By the silence--

In your presence

All was mute and

Deep, deep blue.

Prayer becomes 

A harsh color 

That I scarcely know.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem.

I remember you
By the silence-- This line seems outstanding and tells every moment you wrote. Good work 👍

[Matthew Kult]

So much we must accept based off faith alone. Everything based off a book full of fairy tales and myths. Great read.

With love,

Matthew

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow this is such a powerful piece that exposes the fragility of belief in religion in a very poignant poem