all I ask
is room for my questions
I line them up
on the pew
like children in their Sunday best
shined patent leather shoes
and ties all askew
they cling to my skirt
and follow me to the bathroom
one little girl sits at my table
blowing bubbles in her milk
with her wayward hair
and her dirty face
and I remember
how she crept from her tent
one starry night
feeling the pull of God
and praying
asking God to come down
how the door to the unpredictable
Divine was thrown open
and it won't be shut.
(my first poem in over a year.)
Beautiful, Sam. Those last six lines...wow.
Posted by: Stephanie | Tuesday, May 26, 2009 at 11:17 PM
I LOVE the image--of faith questions being like a row of children in a pew, spiffed up but still grubby and askew. These lines--"they cling to my skirt/and follow me to the bathroom"--are really wonderful.
I've never read any of your poetry before, but I sure hope you start writing lots of it.
Posted by: Kristin T. (@kt_writes) | Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 09:09 AM
So lovely. Goosebumps!
Posted by: Megsie | Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 09:14 AM
nice one, sam.
Posted by: carrie | Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 11:34 AM
I loved this. It describes so perfectly how I feel sometimes... "all I ask is room for my questions" leading to "the unpredictable Divine." I really loved this. And I agree -- keep the poems coming!
Posted by: Bethany | Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 05:37 PM
such an intimate, vulnerable, gentle, yet powerful voice. i loved it as well. anxious for more.
xo
Posted by: lindsey | Thursday, May 28, 2009 at 01:27 AM
Oh Sam, I love it.
Posted by: christina | Tuesday, June 02, 2009 at 02:44 PM
Love this.
Posted by: julie | Wednesday, June 03, 2009 at 01:34 PM