Empty now of breath and being
Save one traveler
Tired from a walk,
A journey
A mind move into the past.
The very light is consecrated-
Blessed by stained glass
Caressed thought in vibrant shades of
Purple, red and gold.
Jesus and his cross
Stationed around the walls,
Stained, scarred face
Asking
How will you treat me
How will you treat me?
Will you eat me?
Air thick and heavy
Incense memory
I am small again
I am small again
Fighting against incensual nausea
Remaining in place to hear
The wonder of the choir
The splendor of the priest
And for a time I neglect the beast
Reaching into the spirit
With feeling so loud
Everyone must hear it.
But they sit and stare afraid to share
A smile, a touch
Afraid so much of being
Disrespectful.
Regretfully, pained
I turn again
To the thoughts of pain
Of Calvary
Of thunderstorm
Of rain
As one lone man cries out in secret sequence
“Let this cup”
“Thy Will”
“Forgive them”