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Orthodox Christianity is the reference.. It's a rough draft.

Here are these walls

I walk inside and think to 

Make a cross over my body

I stand on raised toes

To see the picture of your face

A man, the man is saying, suffered

For me somehow sometime ago

But I know my God inside my own walls

It is something that heals me

And I don’t know of any man in the picture

I don’t know of any hands that died but came back alive,

I don’t know what image to create

But I know my God inside my walls

It healed me and heals me as I go

When I ask, It helps me

And sometimes when I don't ask,

The sweetness drifts in,

Like boiled sugar in water,

It combines in my boiling water, 

The water on my stove,

As I breath,

The sugar combines

With my water,

And I am healed in my brain and my heart.

I don't know about that man in the picture,

In the walls of that room,

With the men in somber black robes,

With beards and elastic bands holding

Their long hair back,

I don't know about that man; they say he died for me,

But I know my God inside my walls,

It comes to me when I ask

And sometimes when I don't ask

The Sweetness drifts in

Like sugar boiled into water,

And I want to cry.

Because it is so sweet and so kind

To come to me.

 

I dreamt that I had a child

And my love for that child wounded me

With sorrowful joy,

My love was that strong,

And I woke up and was alone,

Without a connection to another living soul.

 

I walk into that room and suddenly my room

Is clear with light and I am in the center of all things,

And the center feels free,

And nothing can hurt me.

And sometimes my God comes to me

When I ask,

And sometimes when I don't ask,

It comes to me like,

Like sugar boiling into water,

Sugar in my boiling water,

Always burning.

I’m waiting for that sugar

To combine with my water.

Then I am not alone.

Then I am not alone.

Then, only then,

I am not alone.  

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow yes, God is inside us, as individuals i believe we feel him in our own way...inside our own walls...

and i love the allusion in this as the speaker thinks of having the child...almost like a Virgin Mary type thing...

waiting to not be alone...waiting for those walls to enclose love....

j.

[maricoona91]

Thanks for reading, Jacob.

[Robert Parlange]

Faith is difficult to explain. God wants us to find Him. It's the search that's important. Blind faith is easy. It's that whole prodigal son thing.

Very good poem. You write what you feel.

[maricoona91]

Thanks so much for your review.