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Heart and Soul in Conflict  |
of TheColumnists.com
Our temple's top
authority keeps lips sealed tight,
Though crimes within his structure
Were and will yet be committed
Victimizing children left in trust.
Repulsive prospect mine, remaining faithful to his flock!
My desperation says withdraw,
Or else bestow approval tacitly.
Yet worshipping alone is exile,
As though relegated to some desert hermit cave.
My being
yearns for frequent nourishment
From God in context of community.
I need no incense, just some grace and sustenance.
This
steadfast one will radically convert to browser,
Wandering the supermarkets of the noble faith
And shopping for some rival church quite temporary
Till the vicar is no more.
Painful
as divorce, the newfound freedom
Stabs hearts that bleed,
Subordinated to the wounded soul’s necessities,
Immeasurably more profound.
©2010 by Paul Hertelendy. This column was first posted Aug. 9, 2010.
Paul Hertelendy is critic
and webmaster for the arts-review web site www.artssf.com, and
is also the Piedmont (CA) Centennial poet laureate. To visit his
website, click here: PAUL
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