Grandeur

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How can I pray in such grandeur?
I am but a fallen soul
A beggar on my knees
Upon such marble
I might freeze
And above the intricate canopy
Mocks and chides me
I do not belong

A simple chapel would suit me best
In some small town
Smaller than my soul
But here within
Such splendour
Can I hide the sin
That weighs me down
Or will I drown?

Parishioners frown
And turn their heads away
I hear the words unspoken
What their silences say
That I am trespassing now
Upon a world too rich for me
Till I am more a sinner
By degrees
I cannot please
A god who stands upon the throne
That this great vista owns
So let me fall
To broken knees
Till I’m drowning
By degrees

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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4 Responses to Grandeur

  1. Sometimes these places do make you feel like you don’t belong. Well done, Helen.

  2. spartacus2030 says:

    I want you to always remember that you “always” want to do what’s right! I for one, will always believe in you…

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