It's sad but true. Today was an awful day so, like her I went to go get some salvation. It'd monday at 7:00 and all the doors were closed. I sat and talked to a statue of Mary outside, left my pocket change and walked home.
I am so happy I found this poem again I love it I did not grow up catholic but I think this is universal for any one who has grown up with any religion
Truth,, pretty friggen sad when you can find comfort and warmth in a friggen McDonald's but not in a house where GOD is supposed to reside. Another amazing poem!
No, but she feels safe there. It's a place where she has physical, tangible reminders that she is a loved creature of God and that it is okay that her strength fails her at times. Sometimes you need those physical things to convince yourself because just thinking it feels like you're tricking yourself which never makes you feel any better.
I'm not Catholic so i didn't know the doors were always open, i was always wondering why every time i went to the little park at that church where i am at 4 or 5am they never told me to leave the property like everyone else c:
I'm no catholic, but the fact that she relies too much on the church for spiritual comfort is really messed up. Is God's power only locked behind those walls?
sorry, i know your comments 8 years old but catholicism for many is a cultural thing, not just a spiritual thing. so the lighting of a candle for those who passed, entering Gods house, are important things for many catholics and yes, we could do these things in our home, but it’s being surrounded by Gods house that’s important to us. as an ex catholic (i grew up in the church and finally left when i was about 20, but still am struggling with my spirituality) leaving meant disappoint many family members and friends but also losing that support group. the reasons why i left are exactly what she stated in this poem about the exclusion of those who need the church but are disallowed from entering. Gods powers aren’t necessarily locked behind those walls, but there’s a comfort and a safety that comes along with being inside those walls, and the sermons that are preached about acceptance, safety and love are not being practiced by the catholic church. obviously if you weren’t catholic this wouldn’t hold any weight for you, but for those who did grow up religious, we know. we see.
It's sad but true. Today was an awful day so, like her I went to go get some salvation. It'd monday at 7:00 and all the doors were closed. I sat and talked to a statue of Mary outside, left my pocket change and walked home.
pretty fucking much. saying this as a nyc ex catholic. Also...after 12 years of catholic school i have more scars than memories.
I am so happy I found this poem again I love it I did not grow up catholic but I think this is universal for any one who has grown up with any religion
Even as an atheist, this was really powerful to me.
Great. Told in not in an angry, but furious way. A message that I can agree on, and just a good poem.
Truth,, pretty friggen sad when you can find comfort and warmth in a friggen McDonald's but not in a house where GOD is supposed to reside. Another amazing poem!
I have always felt this way. its nice to hear her elaborate.
did anyone else catch the " priests polishing of alter boys" ?
AMAZING!! I also have walked past that church many times when I was young.
wow...a real find I thought I'd heard all of the CF here. Such momentum.
"Is he polishing his alter boys"😭🤣 I love Catalina!
i need a frida shirt.
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No, but she feels safe there. It's a place where she has physical, tangible reminders that she is a loved creature of God and that it is okay that her strength fails her at times. Sometimes you need those physical things to convince yourself because just thinking it feels like you're tricking yourself which never makes you feel any better.
I love this.
I'm not Catholic so i didn't know the doors were always open, i was always wondering why every time i went to the little park at that church where i am at 4 or 5am they never told me to leave the property like everyone else c:
where, the same one shes talking about in manhattan?
here they pretty much only keep them open for a while after services. theyre closed by default
Love this.... sharing...
I really relate to this
She really loves to wear that god damn shirt :)
Rants... Sometimes that is precisely what poetry is. And vice versa.
um yeah, I think it was ok to say, but I paused and had to replay that section to make sure I heard it right. lol
I'm Catholic and I've never been to a church that wasn't always open in one way or another,
not in the city. it might be the region. theyre pretty offish in the nyc metro area.
good Words
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I'm no catholic, but the fact that she relies too much on the church for spiritual comfort is really messed up. Is God's power only locked behind those walls?
sorry, i know your comments 8 years old but catholicism for many is a cultural thing, not just a spiritual thing. so the lighting of a candle for those who passed, entering Gods house, are important things for many catholics and yes, we could do these things in our home, but it’s being surrounded by Gods house that’s important to us. as an ex catholic (i grew up in the church and finally left when i was about 20, but still am struggling with my spirituality) leaving meant disappoint many family members and friends but also losing that support group. the reasons why i left are exactly what she stated in this poem about the exclusion of those who need the church but are disallowed from entering. Gods powers aren’t necessarily locked behind those walls, but there’s a comfort and a safety that comes along with being inside those walls, and the sermons that are preached about acceptance, safety and love are not being practiced by the catholic church. obviously if you weren’t catholic this wouldn’t hold any weight for you, but for those who did grow up religious, we know. we see.
I love this buuut i don't like the cussing
Then you don’t love it