It's the sameness.
We hear the phrase,
'original sin'. If only.
They're repeated variations
on just a few old themes.
How is it that the priests
maintain a sense of care
for individual souls?
In here, we've heard it all
and most of it petty
and all of it banal.
Pity it isn't done
to confess to goodness.
That'd be rare
and worth the listening.
Ordinary goodness
is always, somehow,
inspirational….
What? Did you think
we were made of stone?
For Day 13 of Poetry Month at 'imaginary garden with real toads': If These Walls Could Talk
I ADORE that last line. And this:
ReplyDelete"Pity it isn't done
to confess to goodness.
That'd be rare
and worth the listening."
And your first line sets it up so well.
I love the idea of confessing to goodness!
ReplyDeleteGoodness this is amazing! I too love the idea of confessing to goodness.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Wonderful take on the pic and on the whole idea. Original goodness is a lovely idea. k.
ReplyDeleteA confession of goodness would probably be branded sin... But I do love it.
ReplyDeleteOh I would love confessions of goodness..What a difference it could make.
ReplyDeletegood point about those priests ~
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot. We were kind of on the same wavelength.
ReplyDeletePoignant closing lines, Rosemary!
ReplyDelete"'original sin'. If only." Made me giggle, it's so true.
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting idea...and imagine how much better we'd all feel if we focused on goodness rather than those dirty deeds we need confess in secret :-)
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