spring sunlight
flooding the church hall ...
the sobs
once from the confessional
still echo in my heart
Note: The following haibun is a prequel to the tanka above:
I Remember
those days when we were like sheep herded into church by missionaries and told to keep our heads down, backs straight, and hands folded.
"Our Father in heaven, …Give us this day our daily bread… deliver us from evil."
Christmas Eve --
I turn my back on Jesus
to face the moon
Multiverses,1, June 2012
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