my hope
that stiff collar
of faith
that i wore
around my neck
for so many years
was well pressed
with the iron
of naivete
it was
ill-suited
for the daily
wear and tear
of reality
so
it became frayed
and i
began to realize
i had been wearing
the emperor’s
new clothes
all along
Naivete never does that well in the press of reality… As for faith, we so often have to twist our thoughts to suit. Better to recognize the truth, and move on from there.
indeed the Priest’s stiff collars revealing cracks in the human condition wrestling between the forces good and evil. I really enjoyed reading this clever writing. So, well done!
I used to know a man who was a priest before he left the church and my uncle was one too before he too left the church. So this poem resonates with me because I can imagine two men who might have felt that way.
Read Between the Minds 
Were you a priest, Charles?
No…Cindy I wasn’t a priest.
Wonderful, just wonderful. x
A sad but telling poem. I think many of us who have faith have been there at some point.
interesting insight ny friend!
This one hits close to home … I seem to know several who have experienced this.
The shape of the poem reminds me a bit of a hookah pipe
Naivete never does that well in the press of reality… As for faith, we so often have to twist our thoughts to suit. Better to recognize the truth, and move on from there.
indeed the Priest’s stiff collars revealing cracks in the human condition wrestling between the forces good and evil. I really enjoyed reading this clever writing. So, well done!
I used to know a man who was a priest before he left the church and my uncle was one too before he too left the church. So this poem resonates with me because I can imagine two men who might have felt that way.
Thank you.
Charles, you insightful man…you surely heard this priest’s confession.
Very powerful message, you have this amazing ability to poke at just what needs to be brought to attention.
Outstanding.
so a the calling card isnt needed