the church

the church

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
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upon visiting Ted Kniffen's page, and a remark on his poem http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2035074/

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They traded 
the images 
of her death
on the internet 
like kids 
trade memes

such a shame
history lost ...
but she was 
more than 
history 
to me.

I remember 
the creak 
of the wood,
the smell 
of yellowed hymnals
and sweet grass

melded ceremony --

a priest who
bridged the gap 
between
the ancestors
who are all 
part of me

those who 
were here,
and those 
who came
to conquer and rape
and assimilate ...

she oversaw 
baptisms, marriages, 
and pow wows.
she brought us
a special kind
of peace

before 
she burned
and back into
the soil 
of her people
she turned.


© 2018 Lyn Anderson


Author's Note

Lyn Anderson
http://anishinabeknews.ca/2018/06/12/church-of-the-infant-jesus-burns-down-in-long-lake-58/

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Kids simply don't have the capacity to understand the gravity of situations until they're older. I remember when my local church I attended burned down. It was devastating. After it was rebuilt, I barely recognized it. But they did rebuild, and that's the important thing.

Great poem with great wording, Lyn.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much. I appreciate it.
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At 15 century at Bohemia during Husit revolution. Was churches burned down like symbol of oppression of religion freedom. Everything comeback to you churches were burn and Husits was defeated . There is always more then one side and view. Like there is more then one people and religion . I am glad your religion experience is positive. Most people are not so lucky.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your thoughts
Such a powerfully emotional write, Lyn. We remember those who built our foundation and when they are gone, we must tell their story. From generation to generation. This one really hit me. Lydi**

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

I am honoured. Thank you
Wow. The symbol of religion and its presences. It has on us. The older all generations who visited them more often. Then the generation of today. To which it's simply just a building. And the priest. Just a person with no major significances. As religion is not the hot topic for youngsters. Just a flash photo on an iPad. As local news.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

Yes. It's sad. But it's the world in which we've come to live
Onlyme

5 Years Ago

Very true. Lyn.
that which we experience earliest is often the most powerfu and real staying with us. holds well and reads smoothly as it makes its point ... :)

reminds me of:

"It is true, these Roman Catholics, priests and all, impress me as a people who have fallen far behind the significance of their symbols. It is as if an ox had strayed into a church and were trying to bethink himself. Nevertheless, they are capable of reverence; but we Yankees are a people in whom this sentiment has nearly died out, and in this respect we cannot bethink ourselves even as oxen." - Thoreau

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

Thank you. This one is special. There are great shames in history, but not all stories are without p.. read more
I somehow knew I felt a presence about you. I feel it here and there. This is a beautifully rounded piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much. This one is very special to me
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

I love the nature of pieces like this. It binds me to the realness of life, love, and friendships. T.. read more
Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

It makes perfect sense. It binds us to the real inside the abstract picture we have formed inside ou.. read more
Every person is a footnote in history to everyone but some special too many as well.
REALLY GREAT WRITING.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much
your poem is an honor to read Lyn... and in reading one of your replies below, I was struck how the fusion of traditional beliefs and Catholic church is special and how Christianity as a whole melted old beliefs into their ceremonies and rites... but native peoples in north America have lost way to much of their traditions to so called "civilization", especially here in the US.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

I think I am luckier than many. I grew up rooted in two cultures, accepting and loving them both. Hi.. read more
Your poem smokes with shades of grey though marks an indelible line in the minds eye. The subject matter isn't the easiest to bind together like you have, and it's commendable the way you've done it. You worked the poem's structure to great effect. (but line 14: might you mean "creak", instead?)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your thoughtful review. I have been auto-corrected which I will fix post haste.. read more
That is just the way it is these days... obtain and discard, it matters not whether we are talking ice cream wrappers or places of worship... a well crafted current affairs and culture shaming poem for sure..... Neville

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

The indigenous of Canada have a very complicated relationship with the Catholic church. I come from .. read more
Neville

5 Years Ago

It does indeed sound beautiful...I spent some time with members of 'First Nation' when I was in Cana.. read more

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