In the eaves of this ancient place
nestled in what once grew free
a feathered ball of gods good grace
its eyes plucked out no longer see
and further up toward the nave
sweet Jesus bleeds for you and me
a crown of thorns which Jokers gave
though fashioned from some crueller tree
and here below we raise our eyes
still sighted clear though not as wise
as those now passed and gone before
who closed them dead beyond this door
so what is clearer to be seen
What is to come or what has been?
© Wolfgar 2020
5 thoughts on “Cathedral eaves”
David just a quick one as I don’t want your website to state the mistake.
You have made a common mistake and it is not through not knowing, like me you sometimes put things down on automatic pilot. Change ‘it’s eyes plucked out……’ to………’ its eyes plucked out……………’ or perhaps give a gender meaning such as………….’his eyes plucked out………… I like but, I am not very religious. Gooden though. Mike
Thanks Michael…I really appreciate that..I am not the best with grammar and I wish I was more attentive because it matters.
I’m not religious either..I just like the imagery and it is a useful vehicle for ideas…cheers pal.
I mean should I explain it as I see it? because it is actually thought through rather purposely…
I keep seeing contrasts here, between trees and what is hewn or carved, a bird and a blind angel figurine, the crown of thorns as false suffering, all such manufacture drawing us to a certain compliance, though the dead know it all to be ruse. But then in the end couplet, you pose a rather simple question – memory (history) or nothingness. Which is more clearly seen? We have spoken before on how religion provides useful metaphor given the strength of the imagery. That being said, I think this piece speaks on the “religion of self”, a construct really, a manufacture, the seeming permanence and presumed loftiness of our suffering moot before a blank end. I have no idea if this makes any sense. So the the contrasts I mentioned previously would point toward the natural arc of life and death with the ignorant adherence to permanence.
I’d been out for the day and visited Chichester Cathedral, to be honest I wasn’t paying too much attention as I had been there several times before. Later in the day though I just thought how powerful some of the imagery is/was.
There are quite a few ideas and questions buried in the text which I think you have seen. What I find so compelling about organised religion is the way in which it has created its own apparent necessity by creating an illusion. It was a good early model for the foundation of corporate organisations and political institutions, many of which site God as their inspiration and as a base for core values..all of which is also an illusion of course, yet still people indulge it and eat it all up.