Sunday, February 7, 2010

Church Smiles

Church smiles grow,
widen until they
shudder, crack, then
founder upon a
rock of redemption,
flounder at the
collision of
Light with a
heart hurting, a
heart broken, a
heart darkened, no
longer hidden but
revealed, opened,
washed, cleansed,
My name is.
I am a.

Photo by nAncY. Used with permission.


Lorrie said...

I love the momentum in this poem... great rhythm! Blessings :-)

Maureen said...

I love how you bring this right down to the essence. The repetition and all those verbs keep the poem moving toward that wonderful ending. Nice!

And do you know how much I like seeing that picture, having awakened to see the depth of snow is more than I care to imagine? We have three feet on the ground. A white of silence unmoving.

Kathleen said...

Glynn, we saw Crazy Heart last night. I loved it when he became his real name again. Redemption. The end of this poem means that to me. Our white pebble name...

nAncY said...

of God

(thank you for using a photo)

the first three lines...
wow...i can see a nice smile growing wide and stiff and then starting to crack...this is a picture that really makes me think.

S. Etole said...

I've seen those smiles ... and those hearts breaking

katdish said...

You know I don't alway "get" poetry, but this one? Yeah, I get this one, and enjoyed it very much.

Robin Arnold said...

Read this through about 3 times and once outloud. It's like a Worship service from start to finish. And, that Nancy has very swell photos. I very like this one.

Laura said...

This one makes me happy and sad all at once. Because that is how it should be. And because it isn't always so. I'm looking for a church smile here.

Lovely, Glynn.

Melissa said...

Only one congregation I attended would have responded this way. Two of our deacons there were alcoholics, and came forward. Our pastor walked us all through this. Their journey became our journey. The other congregations, esp the last were silenced by any strong emotional content. It seemed everyone was supposed to deal with issues quietly, apart from the congregation itself. It would be beautiful if we were all in these things together.

Phoenix-Karenee said...

This echoed a thought, long smoothed with frequent turning. It was good to see it through new eyes.

The Hermit said...

This one has a decided movement with words, and the ideas flow with a kind of anticipation, one to the next. It fits extremely well with the mood of the subject. Well done!