It's Still Life

A Journal of Recent Thoughts

A Look Over My Shoulder

There’s the blessing.
The beatitude.
The polite old ones spill from the church,
gather for a chat, shake hands.
Then tea and biscuits on the white linen tables.

I’m in the rectory, pouring over old records,
births and deaths,
who is and who isn’t
buried in sacred ground.
In uneven mud and bitten weeds.

From the window, in the distance,
in the distant past, where pastures crossed
like symbolic rivers
and crossed this vista of
sheep and angels,

I look over my shoulder at the rostrum.
It represents law, and the priest
represents God’s hand,
and I wonder where is
the blessing.

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