Masked under matching dresses,
layers of velvet and tulle.
Three girls in a row
eyes fixed forward.
Remember,
God loved the world – so don’t
fidget and put a
run in your stockings.
I sat in the pew.
Clicking heals together,
playing Hangman,
crinkling candy wrappers.
Until my father looked down from the pulpit.
Jesus with the kind eyes, the only son
staring behind him.
The two of them, a moral force
with carefully crafted beards.
If the world ended today Elise
would you want God to see you in jeans?
What if I believe in sweatpants,
disheveled hair and
dirt under my fingernails,
my soul?
Does my penance, my tithes, my obedience
not count?
I did not perish in the pool.
Didn’t even discover Jesus.
Though I encountered bats
during hide and seek,
disturbing their anointed slumber.
I would have fed them the body of Christ;
but I ate the last of the Wonderbread.
John, Paul …. George & Ringo?
Two out of four isn’t bad.
I memorized verses for stickers.
I forget most of the words; I remember the stickers.
Bows in hair, socks cuffed,
clean underwear will lead you into everlasting life.
~Elise Renz
There are some really great images here! I grew up Catholic so I can relate to a lot of those childhood feelings/confusion about Christ and church. Love your final stanza--it packs a subtle punch.
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simplicity wrought with subtlety and resonance; best moments of the poem work illuminating irony from what seems innocent childish irreverence
ReplyDeletesingle lines work the magic of this poem, often lines that seem to fall
at the end of stanzas