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An Atheist on Sunday
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Donal Mahoney |
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On Sunday his wife
and children walk
to Mass
and he goes
into his garden
to work
all day
primping roses
lilies, dahlias
weeding, pruning
making things right
on his altar of life.
At dusk he brings
his heaven home
in soiled hands.
A big bouquet
for a wife
suddenly in tears.
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--Submitted by Donal Mahoney on 2014-11-01.
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Cindy Boney:
To me, this echoes Dickinson's "Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church"--she, too celebrates that God's nature is church. It also reminds me of my family, my husband. While he does attend church with me most of the time, at other times, he worships alone, outside. And yes, I have a bounty of flowers. Nicely done.
Posted 03/01/2015 08:13 AM
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rhonasheridan:
You and Rakema Shaun both enter many poems in The Open Mike. I am sure you like comments on your work. Do you both ever think of sparing a few moments to comment on other peoples poetry?
Posted 11/11/2014 01:24 AM
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rhonasheridan:
I liked this so much. I especially liked 'in soiled hands'. Reading it again I felt he has brought forward the fact that we all have 'an alter of life'. Something I had never seen in that context before.
Posted 11/02/2014 08:50 AM
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