Upon Seeing my Father Enter a Catholic Monastery

Jun 4

Written By Riley Coe

Upon Seeing my Father Enter a Catholic Monastery by Josefina Eggleton

It is a blessing i wasn't raised catholic

The indomitable faith they preach that douses fire would consume my mind

I would have been appallingly devout my belief would ravage me completely

I have learned to guard my skin from my own overflowed veins

But only because others have taught me to question

Question god question people question yourself

It is not my nature to question i was crafted to believe

To devote myself to that belief like a newborn to his mothers skin

To cling to its carnage to rot beside it to sit still while the earthworms gnaw at my skin

God made me so he could bask in my unshaking reverence

Everything i have ever been taught to love has branded itself on the crevices of my heart

And though i will never be free i am glad that i was not taught to love god

It is a blessing to question

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