Redolent Respite

What do you See? March/26/2019

It was…comfort, quietude

Whispery with prayers of

Penitents…petitions, often

Apologetic, for protection

Provision, small favors and

Miracles too grand for man

To manage; murmured requests

Accompanied sometimes by

Escaping sob, desperation.

Ambiance redolent…old hymnals

Candle wax, linseed oil, incense

Wafting Heavenward…mustiness

Of generations, the faithful who

Believe even when doubting…

Sick from shame, fear, isolation…

Hungry to receive forgiveness

Reassurances and peace.

Heads bowed, hands clasped

Rustle and shuffle of pilgrims’

Coming in, departing…clinking

Coins dropped in locked mite box.

Recollections, how it was, used to be

Doors ever open, welcome sanctuary

Where this child could bring heart to

Hear God speak in silence, respite dear

Let tears fall into Invisible Hands…surely

He—with nail prints, scourgings’ scars—

Needed no explanation, He’d understand

Maybe someday reveal purpose, plan…

Answer to “why’s”… somehow she knew

He was the One who’d never despise.

How sore, the world which turned away

And bred those who’d enter carrying

Guns…to kill others while they pray.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

18 thoughts on “Redolent Respite

  1. Yes, that sense of purpose within purpose, that the true purpose subverted by corruption, terror and institution is upheld by faithful, struggling individuals


    • Thank you for reading and commenting. When the shootings and other violence began happening in churches/mosques/synagogues/temples I felt all hope must surely be lost. And yet, I believe in God who can transform any tragedy miraculously. I must clutch that belief, to go on.

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