I almost prayed

       

Two rows of nuns 

took me in their arms, 

raised me to the dome, 
forgave the golden altar, 

the obscene bouquets of white. 

I bowed my head 

for birds and fish.

I tried to pray 

our ways

the way to nothing but

a soup of our own shit

I tried but don't believe.

I walked out onto high ground, 
grey sky, ever changing light, 

dusk infolding

like the wings of sleeping bats, 

trying to forget the stain.

(c) Bonny Finberg

May   10, 2010

Paris

                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                Photos (c)Bonny Finberg