|My New Poetic Challenge I host - please join in! Artistic Interpretations|
Sanctuary is the smell of lilies, incense
lifting me bodily into ornate ivory,
intricate Stations of the Cross -
a guilty pleasure as a child,
(and sometimes, I admit, to this day)
diversion from homily, from prayer -
Myself in each scene: sitting beside Mary, my hand
touching Jesus' linens, John's compassion evident
in his tears, thankful for carved alabaster (no blood-red).
Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps it was an intimacy,
a vision, a message to ponder,
a conversation between God and me -
a seed nourishing the narrow path,
providing safe harbor when life strikes,
threatens to rock the boat, rip my sails -
Pray my vision's a bit cunning; no need to see Jesus
walk on water. Trust in the power of the parables
and lilies placed in a vase, reminding me
of childlike wonder residing in my breast.
by Margaret Bednar, April 8, 2020
I invite you to listen to me read my poem:
This is linked with my NEW CHALLENGE I HOST: "Artistic Interpretations #3 Moonlight Sailing" All are welcome.
Also linked with "Poets and Storytellers United - Weekly Scribblings #14 - Let's use Pathetic Fallacy, shall we?" I used it really just in the first stanza... I think. Hope this qualifies to link to the challenge.
Also linked with Sky Lover Poetry's word list #skyloverwordlist (Instagram) for the month of April. I used about 12 words.