Stepping Into the Temple
I step into the temple
in search of painted dreams
Figures wrapped in irresistible shine
they come to life within their fresco prisons
A kaleidoscope of painted saints
powerless to answer the prayers of mortals
I sit in my darkest hope and worry
breathing in God’s unfathomable presence
I search for calm in my ever present discontent
while feeling habitually ignored
I meet the smiles written within ancient ink
those previous joys that I long to encounter
I see cross stations occupied by crowds
as they wait to exhale the aroma of their indifference
They dive into the oblivion of deceptive joy
Each one grabs at feelings of fulfillment and freedom
served from the Alter of Hope “Bless you my Child”
“Take this” “Eat this” dreamers longing to ingest the Son
They sense the shortness of their time within life’s space.
Afterwards we will share the peace
At small tables we will gather
There we will talk about the destiny of everything
We will pluck meaning from articles written in magazines
a new kind of glossy poverty
that rises from the sobs of first class paper
We will transform the meaningless into prophecies
while starring into the bottom of empty coffee cups
Meanwhile closed bibles remain close at hand
ever present symbols of our pretentious piety
We will quiver at our amazing predictions
following the flow of feelings with a sigh
Top shelf thoughts of our greatness
repopulating volumes of forgotten pages
Or will we faithfully wait for encounters with pilgrims?
Will we find depth in our yearnings?
Is the King’s Garden overgrown with our opulence?
He will not be infected by the limitation of our imagination!
Let us open the eternal book
gaze upon the Kingdom in the clouds
Let’s taste unimaginable daring
“Why is there something at all, rather than nothing?”
Enquire men of mud, occupy your shine
be enlightened by your true courage
Yes, choose to touch the untouchable secrets of God!
For Tania Kitchen’s Trophy Worthy Contest.
It’s hard to tell you why my poem is trophy worthy because it feels like bragging. For me this piece deals with our humanity and our tentative relationship with God and the sacred. I feel the imagery connects to the past and the future. As humans we want to belong yet we struggle against the essence of who we are. I feel this portrays our conflict and still their is a hint of resolution. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Ironically this was written on April 1st 2019.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2019
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