In Solomon's Court

In Solomon's Court

 

 

 

i was in the middle 

of "bless me Father for I have..."

when i heard the sirens

his hands moved back to his pockets

 

his rosary clattered as the beads

fell like the sweat on his brow

through tinted screen

i saw the scene

 

recited my act of contrition

concentration amiss

heard the jangle of cuffs

not cuff links

 

the heavy sigh imploding

the rites read

as i knelt harder

questioning my faith

questioning his collar

 

and felt strangled by my own penance

as the other side emptied

and i spoke to no one

just a silent God

 

who seemed as confused

as i was.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/13/19

Reviews

[lightsong]

a priceless monologue, fine piece of true art, I see life all on the stage, on trial, who is right and who is wrong? what does this matter when the conscience is having his own wars, of good and evil? questioning God, Universe and the existence. we are all a part of the "Whole" and this Whole is flowing inside us, blowing its essence in our cores, it's the human nature destroys that pure original essence.

a most wonderful read, You've shared with us a masterpiece, Thank You Sir*

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Light...
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

The priest who is arrested and taken away from the confessional. Yes, it is confusing how a "man of G-d" can act in such a way. More than confusing....abhorrent! Years later there are grown men who still suffer because of the acts of these priests. Powerful words! Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, years later...they never get over it...thank you, Lydi.
j

[Chris Shaw]

Packs a punch and sent shivers down my spine. Just think parents were sending their children off to church to be abused by the very people who they should have trusted most. Repulsive to think about. I can't imagine how those children must have suffered. Excellent poetry Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... we live in times that stir our soul and find we need
to share our adversities with a Rosary.... Hail Mary.... one, two, three.
King Solomon prayed for Wisdom and received blessings. truly a poem
where the light shines through the stain glass windows. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Pat,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

My pleasure...

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

I felt I was in Solomon courts
like when reading the bible.

Nice imagination here
My friend I loved this I
had to read it.

Looked very interesting. 👏👏

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Benita..
j.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're very welcome 👍

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I hope this is not reminiscence and simply poetic licence describing the fall from grace of many of those we took the cloth and more! This has such impact as we watch the scene you unfold before us Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i was lucky when i was an altar boy...our pastor was crabby at 6 a.m. mass but he was a good soul...
we were lucky with our priests.
thank you, John,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yeah Me too Jacob . Father O'Rourke who led the choir and alter boys was a good egg so far as I know.

[Tinabells]

I feel like being brought to solomon's court and just watching the whole scenario! Indeed a imaginative creation.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for that Tina...
j.