I met the pope aboard
a sailing ship from sea
docked along a busy street
in waters rough and deep
He greets me in his glory
his vestments gold and red
I kneeled, receiving blessing
and ate the sacred bread
When stepping off the vessel
tides rose then raged and roiled
The ocean on city boulevard
in turbulent state embroiled
I turn to run but stop
willing to be catechized
even though that hallowed yacht
has been broken; now capsized.
I watch the boat as it sinks
survivors are but a few
the Pontiff is not one of them
just members of loyal crew
In spite of what just happened
I continue this life’s sojourn
I gather belongings slowly
allowing time to mourn
I decide to leave my baggage
as offering, paying homage
before I journey onward
grateful for release of bondage
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This poem is based on a dream I had Sunday night (Easter). It is very personal, filled with symbols profound and deeply meaningful. I hope you enjoy and that possibly some of the metaphors will be relevant for you as well.
