Retrospective
Sandy Lyne
Altar Boys
Faith, trust: delicate leaves
eaten week by week
by an eyeless worm. Freedom
awaits, but it will not
feel like this at first.
When you are young
you will believe many things:
that God confines himself
in the apparel of a priest,
prefers architecture to breezes,
enclosed water
to an unhindered spring.
One day the priest tell you, he
is God, your choices are his pleasure
or Hell, but no one must know.
Confused,
your heart feels like wings
frantically beating,
but when that hand is in the cage,
the door is also open.
© The Estate of Sandford Lyne
