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,
sleep or meditation,
even before the
first sacred paragraph
finished reading.
Silence)
-----------------------
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
