Used To Bee

All that was, and we were 

Being there done that

What went 

Leaving in memories how it was

When my faith was holier than yours

My church blessed by the ”real” god

As my priest or preacher assured

As he or she put robes on

And blessed all, 

With the hand of god

Given to him/ger by whom?

Told us who we were

Learned us on how to be

Where to go and do

Matter, or not 

For that's how we know

Not how to fly

But when to sidestep ditches

Lookout for the danger of feelings

Learn  how not to dig old land mines

And expect won't explode

Leaving us shattered

Lost and not found 

Marta

3/72019

Reflections for Lent