The icons call their comfort out to me,
the something solid and that I can see.
I know to go there, is idolatry
and with the doctrine I do not agree.
The consolation or even relief
can not completely come from that belief
or from veneration of an amulet.
None can release me from oppressive debt.
A talisman can neither save nor aid
and in the end I will have been betrayed
by sacrificial, artificial works
or ecclesiastic, ministerial quirks.
I will not be mislead (she grits her teeth)
by lovely practices that are beneath
what words say simply in that greatest book,
I must have once again another look.
Solution is a simple one and yet
distractions cause me to forget my way.
I wish that I would run the race and get
a “well done faithful servant” on that day.
©Pam Johnson 2012