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Jesus Died for Somebody’s Sins

Mother Mary

the sinners pray to me

asking me to forgive

their transgressions

their sins

as though I am holy

consecrated by the fire

washed clean in the blood

But Jesus and I never

ran in the same crowd

we didn’t pass a bottle of cheap

schnapps while parked in the Catholic  cemetery

shooting the shit in a rusty Chevy Nova

making out under small town stars

I never found god in the cardboard wafer

placed upon my tongue

by priests with too-tight white collars

who looked down on me

called me illegitimate

offspring of a whore

audacious enough

to marry a divorced Presbyterian

their own vices

alcoholism

adultery

pedophilia

lust

throwing the first stone

gossiped openly about in the parking lot after Mass

do what I say, not as I do hypocrisy

still ringing in my ears as clearly as the amens

and halleluiahs

Don’t come looking to me

for your absolution

I am no virgin in white

visited by an angel

graced by the god of gods

I was a barefoot wild child

finding the Goddess in the silver light of the moon

the Green Man in the sun-dappled clearings

where I had my first orgasms

fingers dug deep in the earth

ants crawling upon my bare fourteen year old legs

I cannot offer you the grace you seek

only my humanity

my empathy

my deeply flawed soul

 

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  5. “But Jesus and I never

    ran in the same crowd

    we didn’t pass a bottle of cheap

    schnapps while parked in the Catholic cemetery

    shooting the shit in a rusty Chevy Nova

    making out under small town stars

    I never found god in the cardboard wafer

    placed upon my tongue…”

    This. Is. wonderful.

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  7. Wow, dear Christine. I always love your expression. I would be angry too.
    God found me at an insanely dark time and my experience has only been of love and healing and grace. So I can’t imagine…(but I’m not Catholic either.)

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