Sonnet - On the Artist Returning To the Church
As I passed through the doors I pledged
That I would try a different perspective.
I would not hold my usual contempt
for these demeaning walls—be less derisive
in my view of this shameless conviction.
In spite of my own constitutions
I linger on thoughts of a forfeited salvation.
I know beauty must linger in this institution.
These halls I never wanted to know again.
Memories of feeling lost and distant—
That fill me with such shame and dread—
At sin I have become quite proficient.
Yet, I wish I could hold the same regard
For these stained glass halls as I do for art.
Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015
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