Cathedral

for the umpteenth time for D.

It's Sunday morning and God Is without end.

So God is scented with "Youth Dew"; a flowering hat

plumbed with birthright and yet cascading

the shibboleth, treachery of worship. I nudge my

sister on her spine. The same spine that Danny

struck hard and threw away. Slouching together at

his funeral she pretended to cry out.10 years

after a man hits you hard enough , how the wind,

your wind, sucks in like the fourth hole on the

harmonica. No doubt we've earned the rebuke

assured above us. But the sanctuary was cold

where Jesus and his frayed books sit in slots

behind the wooden pews like birds waiting for

the building to collapse. There is this promise

that if God hears us, transgender and tormented;

scorching and Black, he will reach past the inferno,

you know and believe as I do, the ghosts of those

who drank till the stupor came and exclaim that you

are here among the rubble. Just not yet.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem honest, hard and true. You asked powerful and needed questions. So much negative in our world. We must overcome the naysayers my friend. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend for those kind comments...dana

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Dana.

[Lydia Shutter]

This one packs a punch, Dana...but then most of yours do. While religion is a comfort to many, there are too many leaps of faith for my tastes. The real world is here and now and we can never be sure if another one exists. Too many say they are devout....in any religion...and then live a life that proves otherwise. Makes a person think....your words do....and that is wonderful. Lydi**

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest love and good morning and happy new year to you....dana

[Lydia Shutter]

Happy Healthy New Year to you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like this much...having been raised Catholic...and becoming much of a doubter of organized religion.
God knows...and isn't in some building once a week...and he will smile on those who others judge...he will, i am sure of it.
j.

[h d e rushin]

I am sure of it too dearest Jacob. god is for everyone or God is for no one at all....thank you my friend...dana

[redzone]

the man-made (meant literally and as patriarchal form) mythology (meaning not true) of a god and a jesus never gave any rights to women, or people of different sexuality (GLBTQ)… even the myth of casting stones was something created 600 or 700 years later because it didn't seem like the stoning of women and non hetero people, would carry much weight anymore... a way of deceiving and allowing for self deception when it comes to any form of spiritual beliefs... though I may have taken my comment too far afield of its intent and meaning... but...

Dana, I thought as I read this you could and should write many more poems for D

[h d e rushin]

thank you dearest for those kind words my friend....I'm reading your latest as we speak....dana

[Robert Trakofler]

Pure treasure, so much is said in these lines... and the lines are drawn a plenty! They have gentle velvet ropes but if you look closer they are rotting and tattered and in short blessed time they are gonna disappear with the likes of you about! These times we are living in are a gut punch of stupidity and hate mongering with this current president.... but he is a living cartoon of display, the last gasp of a generation holding on to the cesspool bath of hatred they were bathed in. I don't know if the divine is speaking to you already or if your just divine but it doesn't matter the jobs getting done from you one line at a time!

[h d e rushin]

thank you Bad bunny ( I love the name) for those kind words my friend...As for this current state of the ....I just cant. I mean with so much power and such a tiny footprint....But I can see better days ahead....dana

[Ken Simm.]

There is so much of everything in your work that it cannot be dismissed with one or two readings. This is the apogee of poetical aspiration. Intellegence and beautiful. Construct and form. Subject and internalisation laid bare. In other words damn good Art.

[h d e rushin]

thank you dearest Ken and happy new year to you my friend....As you can see, i'm still at this poetry thing.....I just can't completely quit and yet can't quite get this thing just right.....Anyways, it's always a pleasure to hear from you...dana