Reflexive Poetry
Think about our church and their origins...
Pagan Shadows

The throw of the censer
leaves the outline of the pagan priests
in incense around the aisles, the pews.
They measure the comparative
value of modern fire, then leave.
The ritual around the altar
leans toward the faithful,
crisp with definitions,
curling with the rise of hymns.
The spirits of the faithful rise too
in apostolic light.
The chandeliers are not enough.
They only hover close to the
ceiling of homage multiplied by each
glass crystal.

Who sings will also stand.
Who stands will also walk.
They blend with the stairs,
space accommodated to them.
They mingle as did the smoke with the
past-present and walk into the future
as i too must.

Helene Pilibosian

Next log i will tell you some bad news i have...
bye