In the Church of Cinema


From our padded pews in the darkness,

incense of popcorn heavy in the air,

light flickers figures before us, not gods,

movie stars in this half-life heaven where

sins are forgiven and whispered prayers unanswered.


A Time and Place To Kneel

This is a good place to begin

the dance of dying. Here, this night,

under a vaulted ceiling, beside darkly-colored windows.

Candlelit-faces bowed of those still to dance.

Now, kneeling, waiting for me to finish.

stained glass