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Going To Church

Going To Church


(inspired by our president's 
walk of shame from the
White House to the church)
Like a BOSS
I know where to pray
on the mountain
with the Babylon of
rocks and boulders
on vertiginous peaks
Twisted Limber pines
much older than me
Flowers that no one else may see
succulent white liquid
petals, wet desert daisy
tiny... pink... stamens
(sparkling eyes) drowning
in the vast crown
Rooted in dry gravelly ground
Short-stemmed like me
Cutting every corner to
conserve energy
for the grand, miniature display
My heart is rejoicing automatically
Holy people praying on TV
The virus is culling our weak
Be a humanist and
take care of the herd because
we all have our turn to die
The Bishop is in a hurry
The Rabbi is pedantic and brief
The Imam is rapping woke poetry,
long relay races of chosen words
You know who I preferred
My god is nature
I wander
A sea of boulders
rising in a swell,
cradle isolated,
contorted, short,
oxygen-starved trees
Granite corners, pink
enclosed by black
Shifting layers like petrified cake
Broken, clefts everywhere
The crack in Mummy’s skin
is where the faeries live
Small people in colourful
clothes, hats,
happy cartoons,
garden gnomes
in a receiving line 
I only feel them
and the need to laugh
when I come near
I sit with them,
sprawling in the pew
The church is warm and
protected in the gale
Liquid black gold running
down
the side of a crevasse
Twinkly granite under dark moss
Shadows straining
in the high altitude wind
scouring the earth
Not even big birds are out
The sun is close,
will these wings melt
before I bring the 
benediction back
to my herd

-Celia Quinn

By Celia Quinn

I have spent a quarter century practicing and teaching acupuncture and herbalism. I prefer the classical techniques of the ancient sages described in the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine. Unlike many practitioners, I specialized in the use of the pulse as a diagnostic tool. I have studied Chinese medicine with Jeffrey Yuen, Daoist priest and Shing Yi, a sister to Tai Ji, with Shifu Kenny Gong. I am currently retired, healing chronic illness and writing poetry.

2 replies on “Going To Church”

I love the first picture – all those incongruous mundane and scared things together and I love the vivid pictures of the rocks and flowers. Great to see the pictures with the words. Makes me happy.

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