The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Tue 4/7/2009)

[RetroLounge]

Holiness

The first word in our catechism was "holy",
and we would march up the aisle, boys matched with girls,
our hands folded while we soaked in grace from the blue
light of stained glass. We were a river of blessings.

I wanted to be "holy", and I had practiced
my prayers before a mirror until I looked like a statue
or a ghost. No one could deny me this office
and I walked with my eyes toward the altar.

No one drifted. No one held their breath.
I didn't have visions of angels then.
I could only hold my place, keeping my chin up
as if I were swimming. What else is there to know

about divinity? What else is there to know
about the poverty of a word?

Oliver de la Paz

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RL

[Chorophyll]

1. ...

Whew. :thumbsup:

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[RetroLounge]

3. ...

:toast:

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RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. "The poverty of a word."

Yes.

[RetroLounge]

4. ...

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RL

[Tuesday Afternoon]

5. indeed.

what else is there?

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[RetroLounge]

6. True...

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RL

[swimboy]

7. Hey, RL

I've been thinking quite a bit about this lately. You can't count on catechism. You have mostly to work it out for yourself. But I do get glimpses of divinity, sometimes in the most unexpected places.

Good to see you.

:hug:

[RetroLounge]

8. Hello My Friend!

I've missed you! Good to see you out here and thanks for reading and replying...

:hug:

RL