Faith

[billy]

As a child this image haunted me:
Jesus before 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.

can't see as i have more than one nit on this jack. was jc before or behind the table?

i thought the 2nd verse was extremely plain and extremely well written (my fave) the simplicity of it is just perfect.

the last verse works well for me but somehow i feel i'm missing something. still it works well. the whole poem is works well. i like that it isn't sanctimonious

thanks for the read.