Thoughts while waiting for Mass to begin on Easter Sunday
The Irish refer to those places where God is close as “Thin Places”


A Thin Place

Flowers artful yellow draped rails
Candle lit at midnight lit once more
Sun through stained painted glass
Casts patterns on a marbled floor

Familiar aged hesitant shuffle mark
Couples familiar with each other
And this place a sacred waypoint
To a joyful eternity With one another

Those less familiar with this place
Walk without this simple grace
Furtive smiling somehow displaced
Heeding the call from childhoods trace

We meet together in common ground
To share a love unearthly bound
From a Galilean who long ago
Changed this day our status quo



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-01 at 16:50

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I've been feeling the pull of Mass, or my equivalent, the familiarity, the history, the comfort of it is compelling. I suspect I have been walking on thin ice.

I enjoyed this very much.
2018-04-03


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great rhymes and a great sentiment. It portrays a peaceful experience. One the world really needs right now.
2018-04-02



Indeed a thin place as you so eloquently tell it, where the faithful who are comfortable being there meet with those who visit perhaps only on holiday, yet there they meet in a place so close to God that is so aptly called, A Thin Place, and most especially on special days like these. An inspired write.
Ashe
2018-04-01


shells
Eloquently written, I'm not a believer, but brought up in a faith, "heeding the call from childhoods trace" rings true. Maybe I have my own "thin place."
2018-04-01