I have already visited
countless churches
basilicas, shrines
and admired the art,
the simple beauty,
free of liturgy and belief.
I did not stop
to pray, to implead,
merely to see,
to listen, to absorb.
for I was a Jew.
a nonbeliever
in a Christian world
silently tolerated.
Now, I have learned
I was only half Jewish,
half, hidden a polyglot
of Christianity,
a descendant of saints,
and now churches
have a heavy weight
I find hard to bear.
I spent all of my younger years in and around churches with ease and with unease, with awe and with (at times) distaste. And curiosity, sometimes. The gothic arrangement of a life…