I came across this poem in the Providence Sunday Journal today and wanted to share it with you.
"our father who art in heaven"
he comes back
to the family now
with a vengeance
that seems odd
even to me,
the Queen of
never let them forget.
what could he
possibly hope to achieve
by arriving at the door
twenty some odd
many years
too late.
he offers us
a loaf of bread
telling us how long
he kneaded it,
and let it rise
until he knew it had
become
perfection.
he picked
the grapes from
his garden, where
they were grown
with optimism
and great faith.
tells us
all he is looking for
is one last meal
with his children,
a place to rest his head.
surely we could grant him that.
our father,
-Lynnie Gobeille
[it really spoke to me today. i also see some spiritual allusions...not sure if the poet intended them to be there, but they are.]
