Friday, July 19, 2013

Indictment



 
 
 
 
 
 
Indictment

 

Resplendant in shields of red and gold                                   

caretakers walk armored in piety

using The Cross as  shield,

not as symbol,

casting aspersions on the perceived

falterings of their flock.

 

Temples of granite and glass

feed the majesty of words

while ignorant hearts go hungry,

just  silently kneeling within;

mere mortal sepulchers

berift of soul.

 

A young one

whimpers in discomfort

at hard benches and loud words,

Storing all in memory

and tagging it faith

remembered in lifetime aversion

 

The moneychangers got back inside

and the sentinels don’t notice

or are too busy with a clenched grasp

on silk ribbons cinching their purses,

forgetting hope, charity, and faith,

leaving that to disenfranchised Sisters to sort.

-Jerry Wendt 2013

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