in case of emergency -------------------------------------------
the saints are armed
with safetly information
"in case of emergency
oxygen masks will
fall from the panel
but they are much too
to attend to themselves
i took a photo of god once
snuck into the holy of holies
while no one was watching
he was really obliging
though the photo developing shop called him
nothing but a bright light
in the darkness
walls of faith caving in:
to your left - the madonna and child
to your right - a crucifix
on your knees, eyes shut tight
begging for eternal peace
or rest or recompense
i find sometimes that church is like a plane going down...i relate to this piece...
i am very spiritual but a used to be catholic...just found too much conflict with their laws, with their behaviour....and really organized religion.in general..i don't know...lots of hypocritical stuff seems to pop up...lots of saying i'm a christian...but not showing it.
this poem is maximum...the third part especially...just up there, you and god...and no emergency exit...just your life and how you have lived it..and how you have treated the other passengers on the plane...
and i love the idea of the photograph...but "underexposed' like being underexposed to religion...we can't quite make him out, though we want to...
and to me, much of organized religion is shoving a bunch of pictures of him into our hands trying to convince us that we need to be in the picture too..but then..maybe we would both be underexposed...
even having said all that..i feel the spiritualness in this piece and for me it is very real.
the older i get, the more i realize that life is indifferent to how i feel about it. it just is. and it's up to me to choose which course i plan to take in experiencing it. i can do it the hard way. or the not so hard way.
sometimes, in the midst of it, i find it's hard to have faith. i start to ask a whole lotta questions with very few answers. but someone told me once, most times the answer to 'why' is 'why not'. somehow, i couldn't argue with that logic.
but i have been here, where your words are. i have been here. wavering. just wavering. trying to remember what that burning bush looked like.