Healed

~ Sophie DiNola

A child is standing in a gilded church
staring at the backs of strangers
all crowded together
in heavy winter coats,
hands by their sides,
until they make the sign of peace.

She silently mouths the words
to the hymn she knows by heart,
but is too shy to sing aloud–
We hold a treasure, not made of gold…
She is thinking about school,
about a girl in her class
with bright, orange-gold hair.

“It’s red, not orange!” the girl snaps,
and shows off her new necklace
from Hawaii. And the child wonders
why she can’t have hair like that–
like the color of volcanic fire.
Why is her own hair so brown?

The voice behind her is a tenor.
The priest is wearing purple–
the color of royalty.
The gold felt banner by the altar reads: Celebrate!
Her hair is brown like the pews,
like the soft, leather kneelers.

Earthen vessels…She mouths the words.
Her hair is the color of earth,
the color of the ceramic jug
in the corner of the basement
covered with dust and daddy long legs.
Wealth untold…the hymn says.

“I am not worthy,” speaks the congregation in unison.
And for one moment, the child feels worthy.
Because none are worthy.
And she joins in this time, on cue,
“But only say the word…
and I shall be healed.”

[Communion, from The Hours of Catherine Cleves]
{Linking to dVerse for open link night. The final words of this (autobiographical) poem are a bit strange, unless you’re a Catholic. Here is a good explanation. Here is a link to the hymn, Earthen Vessels: https://youtu.be/IAZhIw49ULc }

Published by Sophie DiNola

Reader, writer, introvert. I love classics, poetry, vintage paperbacks, and library book sales.

13 thoughts on “Healed”

  3. I remember the words but not where they come in. It’s funny I don’t remember anything much about Mass. My strongest memory is kneeling and sinking my teeth into the back of the bench in front and the taste of the wood.

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  5. I am not Catholic but this does remind me of sitting in church at a younger age, mind wandering except to sing the hymns. I love the way you have woven in and out from the present time. A very interesting read.

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  6. “the color of volcanic fire” really lit me up! great phrase. I like the way you correlate with plain language, it meshes with the brown hair. To be healed of that feeling of unworthyness is so essential.

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