St Julian of Norwich

There is a taste

of a Victorian pew in my mouth

A memory from another life

Of boredom and commitment

Grey haired men spitting

Vitriol cloaked in kindness

Is it a gift when refusal

Leads to death or even worse

We keep our heads down

And read the book

It teaches us of sins

That we didn’t know we needed

But our hormones did

And so the cycle of fall

And fail and beg for forgiveness

Until I hear you speak

First the fall

And then the recovery from the fall

Both are the mercy of God

And my world is forever changed

Is it only for a select few

It’s always was

With grandparents paying for the future

Their blood absorbed by

Sand and sea and land

Thoughts

This poem is a reminder that we can be given only one perspective in life, especially when we are young. Hopefully, as we put on a few years we are exposed to different view points and they can help smooth out the creases in our thinking. I hope that I can continue to stay open.

I’ve never been to Mother Julian’s church in Norwich but I have been to Lincoln so here is a picture of the Cathedral.