A Catholic Boy

Push me in the door once more. Scrub me for the alter. Return me to the sacraments, the rituals, the wafer and wine. Place me, dazzled among votive candles, that are such fat bones for the weak flesh. To each Sister, a token, a little lingerie kept secretly- a sign, that love with all its depths, frippery and frills, will prevail. On a Sunday, we will lower Him from the cross of our guilt. Chant: enough, enough. enough.