Origami Inc., or Church Moments

Origami Inc., or Church Moments

Introduction)

Never got myself tempted

to adore priests or priestesses

their word, not God's!

however, church moments,

much more than that,

did get impregnated in my

memory chambers

(this place comes on my top list

of best places for taking a nap

in town)

Songs)

Sunday mornings

early

- some things have just to be

done,

so we walked down the avenue,

incense already dwelling

our brains,

entering a small,

obscure but filled with

gilded tally,

church named after Jesus,

Jesus

Being inside,

although just a few meters from

the main portico,

always left open,

was as if one

had moved from heaven to

catacombs;

Reading)

how well enlightened

could they be in such woven

beatific temples!?

Sermon)

Remembering now

how it felt at the time

the whole ceremony

elapsed inside a baptismal font

where little red fishes,

immersed deep in

pacific blues,

opened their mouths

in tune

reaching for

oxygen

that came in gentle

fluxes

from the angels painted

above

I mean, the whole thing was...

surreal, to say the least!

Even the water surface got

hypnotized

and swelled

gently

at the vibration emanated from the minister.

Not that anyone could

absorb a thing

or care about it

but maybe that was just

my impression

then;

the fact is that the whole

sermon

was inaudible, in part

because there was too much noise

moving in from

outside,

partly because he

could put a fly to sleep

with his steady

rocking motion

hips back and forward

in and out

behind the altar,

his voice a monotone -

just look at the acolyte:

his eyelids, heavy

enclosing to
sleep or meditation,

even before the

first sacred paragraph

finished reading.

Silence)

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Prayers)

Not even the allure

of the princess buried inside

or the angelic image portraying her

sweet beauty

or the triumphant altarpiece

standing with pride

against carved walls

could make this scenario

turn

to real.

Conclusion)

And that's why I stood by the entrance,

sheltered in my dual attitude,

avoiding liturgical contamination.

© 2014, JC