Passover

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Passover

Seems strange now

that G'ma never talked

about Jesus, only God.

Old Testament woman.

In grade school we sang

somewhat in tune

to the teacher's pitch pipe,

from thin green-backed

hymnals of even such wonders

as Brahms Lullaby, after

someone read aloud

from the Scripture of the day.

We were all lily-white

and smug in our superiority

over the “colored” in their own

wooden shack school

on the red old clay of Georgia.

Every night in my fear-filled

bed, I talked with God

the Father, my imaginary friend.

I learned that bunnies don't lay

brightly colored eggs, eventually

that lying awake with a flashlight

produced no Santa, just a used bike.

The thought still remains

from the teen who wondered

that even if people lied about

Easter and Santa, surely they

wouldn't fool me about God.

Church hymns still often tug

at my melancholy heartstrings.

Today Pope Francis washes

the feet of felons.

[dcmarti1]

Today Pope Francis washes

the feet of felons.

 

One article made mention that two of the twelve people were female.

 

An especially poignant piece, appropriate to the season. Bravo.

[David W. Parsley]

Agreed, a thoughtful piece, probing the tests of faith that stake the path of self discovery we all have trod, each with its own settings and outcomes. Some contests recur throughout our lives. Really this is one of the more sincere, relevant, and skillful treatments I have seen. And what a title! There is much matter here.

 

Thank you, Paco - very well done!

- Dave

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I can sincerely say that I am humbled by praise from real poets. Thank you.

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

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