“Please, father.”
A classic case of Romeo and Juliet
She was in love
And her parents did not correspond
They had even threatened to
Ex-communicate
“Child, I am sure your parents…
They can only mean the best for you---“
“Yes, I know, of course, but---“
“But your heart says otherwise.”
“Yes, yes!”
“But for a minute…
Look past the blindness of love, child.
Is this boy ideal…?
Or does he merely appear so?”
She went silent
“In all things, God chooses love.
From which party do you want, no, need love most…?
And from which party will it be returned?”
I can only hope she found her answer
Relationship advice is not my strong-suit
Especially when my other party can be so…
Distant…
At times
I know I…
Especially I…
Should not say such nonsense
But every relationship has its doubts
And the mysteries are as un-engaging at times
As they are intriguing
In example
A disturbed paedophiliac comes in
About once a month
Expelling his sins
Mournfully
Each time
I so wish I could breach that contract
Like a psychiatrist to a patient
But I am no psychiatrist
I give him the same answer every time
Only when he turns himself in
And faces his earthly punishment
Can he then absolve for his sins
I don’t know if he attends mass
He’s made a point of either concealing his voice
Or simply never speaking when near
If he does
…How can there not be doubts?
Despite the theory that most humans
Are generally good-natured at heart
Begging forgiveness,
I cannot feel sorry for a man
Who gives into temptation again and again
And makes no real attempt to change those habits
Just the other day
Some mafia thug
Came in and demanded
All held offerings
People rob banks
Not churches
This felt personal
God must have “wronged” him
But when his eyes lit up with surprise
At the few measly dollars I returned with
I knew then it was simple luck
Producing a gun he said
“Heh, where’s your god now, huh?”
To which I replied,
“This has nothing to do with God.”
Which must have frazzled him
Because he left the money and ran
With the drop of a hat
The luck had switched sides
Strange how it can sometimes
Feel far more tangible
They call me Father Ayrum
And I may well be the worst priest ever
But I didn’t exactly get into this business for…
Competitive reasons
(Not being very religious myself, I know this may seem a bit... euh... amateur I guess? But the whole idea behind confessionals has intrigued me lately, so forgive me for the blasphemy. But don't really. Because I don't actually mean it.)
1 comment:
The fact that I read this right after watching Dogma for the first time is probably part of some divine plan. Its purpose is outside my purview, however.
I like the last bit, with the robber. I don't know what I think about the rest of it. "Ayrum" is an interesting name.
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