I was raised a Catholic
and still a rosary hangs from my headboard
bought for me by my father
who is an agnostic
I tease him that he's just
afraid of commitment
an atheist down deep
in his soul that don't exist
He gifted me them before
I visited a war zone
He said "It couldn't hurt"
Feeling helpless, he hedged his bets
I keep my prayer beads
there, by my godless head at night
Connecting me to my childhood
When I loved and feared the Christ
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