Geoffrey Philp is a Jamaican poet, novelist, and playwright. He is the author of the novel, Benjamin, My Son and five poetry collections: Exodus and Other Poems, hurricane center, Florida Bound, xango music, and Twelve Poems and A Story for Christmas. He has also written a book of short stories, Uncle Obadiah and the Alien; a play, Ogun's Last Stand, and a children's book, Grandpa Sydney's Anancy Stories.
Sunday Homily
She had me singing psalms on Sunday
morning before the call to prayer,
the reading of her feet, calves, thighs
and exhortation to reach higher
to partake the wafer of her tongue,
wine of her lips, babbling the language
of angels with the homily to become one--
no closing hymn as sincere,
no communion as complete.
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18 comments:
nice
Give thanks, JDID. Give thanks!
I give thanks to you for this...
So do I, like richard.
This: "the reading of her feet, calves, thighs and exhortation to reach higher," intrigued me.
The poem is tight. The closing lines are Geoffrey.
Richard & Rethabile,
Thank you for the encouragement. It was one of the riskier poems that I've written lately and wasn't sure of the effect.
Blessings,
Geoffrey
I haven't been on your blog in awhile!!! Beautifu poem :)
Welcome back, Miracle & thanks for the comment. Yes!
Now this is an intriguing combination of the religious and erotic. I like it, but I suspect that some people might find it, ahem, more than just risqué.
My defence is that I was reading "The Song of Solomon."
lol! Yes, the Song of Solomon will take you there. Very nice.
Thought: I've never heard a preacher talk about that book on Sunday. If the good Lord ever calls me to preach, that will be one of my first sermons.
Yes, Stephen, it is text that many preachers stay away from because the idea of sexuality and spirituality is very dangerous.
We prefer religion.
"holy in our groins"!
tell me some more...
well I think that if you want to reference sex as a homily then the reader has to have a spiritual experience. As it is, its just really sweet foreplay but nobody ever screams out "Oh God" for sweet foreplay. You gotta reach right in there and 'umph!'
Of course, you can't write what you don't know sooooo
"but nobody ever screams out "Oh God" for sweet foreplay."
Really?
Heh heh heh... Good one. ;)
Geoffrey, I've got to echo your "Really?". Have a wholly holy Sunday!
Thanks, Pam!
You too.
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