Inside Unity: A Poem by Dave Jaffe.
There's no kneeling
Only healing
Inside this church.
No talk here of the Gospels
Or Moses or much of Christ.
If there is a God
Who has trod
On this earth
This Creator's light
Splashes down on our faces
From a blue sky
That hovers way above the church's roof.
The words of the minister
Aren't sinister.
They stroke my scarred face
Stitch up the epidermal surface
Where a week ago
A surgeon's knives
Scraped cancer away
From the dark floor of my mind.
This minister talks of healing
Not sealing
Away stark memories of the past
In locked vaults of times gone by.
His words gently touch my skin.
"Life if good," he says.
To me this means
There is no sin.
Outside
The city clears its throat
From the mouths of a million cars.
I'm sorry.
I can't worry anymore about poisons
That scud around in the earth, the air and the water
Or the starving billions
Or those led to slaughter
In Syria or elsewhere.
For now I am healed.
No need to steal
Fragile moments of happiness
From the present of my life,
Or look in fright
Toward its end.
"In unity," someone said,
"there is strength."
In this Unity Church I have found happiness.
Just enough to return for another day.
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