01-11-2011, 05:08 PM
As a child this image haunted me:
Jesus behind a table, the first maître d’;
everyone here seemed to know The Answer,
between these four walls on this busy high street.
Through French windows in Sunday school
we saw the shoppers passing by,
unaware we were learning what they'll never know:
who moulded the earth and the sky.
I did not feel like Jesus on the cross,
I'm bereft of grand imagery,
for though I tried to train my mind
The Knowledge escaped me.
Jesus behind a table, the first maître d’;
everyone here seemed to know The Answer,
between these four walls on this busy high street.
Through French windows in Sunday school
we saw the shoppers passing by,
unaware we were learning what they'll never know:
who moulded the earth and the sky.
I did not feel like Jesus on the cross,
I'm bereft of grand imagery,
for though I tried to train my mind
The Knowledge escaped me.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe