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The Way of the Cross #245


I grew up in Brooklyn,

our rooms hitched together

railroad style, on one floor,

life just a shout away.

——–

I was less than seven

when rheumatic fever

took my teen-aged cousin,

I have vague memories.

——–

A priest gave his parents

the coffin crucifix,

for solace I suppose.

They nailed it to the wall.

——–

My aunt and uncle’s house

country chirps and quiet.

Bedtime forced me upstairs,

to find my way alone.

———

Had to pass the Jesus

a funeral had risen.

Could not avoid his gaunt

body or naked eyes.

———

Across the hall, from where

I went to bed, should have

been my cousin’s room. Still

displayed his model planes.

———–

I feared hurting someone’s

feelings, living, dying,

or dead, if I revealed

how ill at ease I felt.

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Easter Over Half a Century Ago


  

Purple gave way to joyful white,

lilies looked altar perfect,

the choir resurrected hymns.

Facing priest, we followed him,

sat, knelt, stood, prayed together,

kept a Latin-metered rhythm.

 Sermon sent a stern reminder:

 clothes do not define the day,

 nor bunnies, nor jelly beans.

 Communion broke long fasting,

  confessed received wine-dipped Host,

  sinners sat wooden in pews.

 Priest: Dominus vobiscum

 Us:  Et cum spiritu tuo

 Priest: Ite Missa est.

 “Lord be with you,” “And with you,”

  “Go, you are dismissed,” he said.

 We replied: “Deo Gratias.”

“Thanks be to God!”  How very glad,

and new I felt in spring-bright coat,

and cute, flowered-straw bonnet.

Though Simplicity sewed my dress,

I proudly strolled home, patent

leather dangling, t-straps tapping.

Dormant gardens had begun

displaying the work of bulbs,

they bloomed with color, like me.

Mom always went early to Mass,

I knew she’d be cooking dinner,

but I looked forward to chocolate.

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