Poem for my Godson
Photo: copyright James Rainsford
Because I had been asked
I came to pledge my care for you,
And stand in plain and profane sight
Of those who’d brought their frail beliefs
Into this sunlit shrine.
Where divine protection, dearly bought,
Provided poor relief to ease the fierce grief
Which holiness employs
To bless the testing time
The ripening years shall bring.
A superstition almost passed
Had cast perdition from their minds.
Providing moments to forswear
Their love affair with Mammon’s need
To feed all thoughts of sanctity into the
Greedy years, where new agnostic fears
Of failure taught that faith was nought
But baseless hope.
Knowing that reality beyond these
Hallowed walls, appalls the call
Of mysteries, waking them
From shallow sleep to keep their dread
Of nothingness at bay.
Still, for today they summoned care,
To swear for you a Christian view,
Within which few can truly keep
The weeping, needed to sustain
The pain which guilt exacts
From this first pact with
A cruel and vengeful God.
© James Rainsford 2013
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