Mother Mary
the sinners pray to me
asking me to forgive
their transgressions
their sins
as though I am holy
consecrated by the fire
washed clean in the blood
But Jesus and I never
ran in the same crowd
we didn’t pass a bottle of cheap
schnapps while parked in the Catholic cemetery
shooting the shit in a rusty Chevy Nova
making out under small town stars
I never found god in the cardboard wafer
placed upon my tongue
by priests with too-tight white collars
who looked down on me
called me illegitimate
offspring of a whore
audacious enough
to marry a divorced Presbyterian
their own vices
alcoholism
adultery
pedophilia
lust
throwing the first stone
gossiped openly about in the parking lot after Mass
do what I say, not as I do hypocrisy
still ringing in my ears as clearly as the amens
and halleluiahs
Don’t come looking to me
for your absolution
I am no virgin in white
visited by an angel
graced by the god of gods
I was a barefoot wild child
finding the Goddess in the silver light of the moon
the Green Man in the sun-dappled clearings
where I had my first orgasms
fingers dug deep in the earth
ants crawling upon my bare fourteen year old legs
I cannot offer you the grace you seek
only my humanity
my empathy
my deeply flawed soul
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless and is a member of Sudden Denouement. She is also curator at Blood Into Ink and barista at Go Dog Go Cafe. She is an aspiring badass.
Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:
What. The. Hell. Did I just read? Christine, I can’t even…this is fantastic. Hey ya’ll, check out Whisper and the Roar.
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Thank you my love. Sat down to write one thing and wrote this instead
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I’m glad! This is incredible!
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That’s amazing, I found you via Kindra and this is just how life is. Amazing post. ☺️
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Thank you so much! Kindra is awesome
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My pleasure, yes she is and I make sure I tell her frequently. ☺️
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Amazing, Christine..simply Amazing. 🖤
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Thank you Eric. I have not been writing much lately but this emerged from the depths today. The unconscious is an interesting place.
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Yes it is. Brava, Poetess. ❤
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Your unconscious certainly is 😃
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😉
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Absofreakinglutely amazing! Wow Christine!
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Thank you Aurora. It just felt right.
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I would say so!!💙
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Christine I always love your poetry but THIS is my favorite!
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Thank you so much Allie! Exorcised some very old shit here.
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It was amazing!
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<3<3
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Reblogged this on Dances with Tricksters and commented:
Christine absolutely SLAYS IT.
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Yeah, omg! This is absolutely amazing… great job Christine!!
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Thank you my dear friend
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You’re welcome! I really love it ❤
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Reblogged this on A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave and commented:
Wow yourself with Christine! This is no Whisper… this is the Roar!
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This is awesome Christine. You are no longer an aspiring badass, you are now a fully certified badass!! 😃💛
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Thank you Walt!
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Damn. A vivisection of holy covert falacies! Definitely earned your Badass tenure badge.
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Thank you A.G.!
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Awesome poetry Christine. It amazes me how people can get away with some behaviors closeted under the banner of religion.
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And yet judge others so harshly. . .
Hypocrisy is and always has been alive in the Catholic Church
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You won’t get any arguments from me on that point Christine.
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Christine Ray is breathing 🔥
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God damnit! Fuckin brilliant!!
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Thank you my dear friend. Every once in a while the words flow through like I am just a conduit
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This is an amazing piece, truly inspired writing
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So, so powerful. A poetic indictment as strong, honest and telling as I have ever come across. Excellent, Christine.
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thank you Roland. I am so glad that this resonated for you.
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Excellent! Such truth!
This brought tears to my eyes…I’ve experienced some of what you write about in this poem.
(((HUGS)))
Carolyn
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Thank you Carolyn. This channeled some deep stuff for me. It is good to know that others could relate.
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Christine Ray on Whisper and the Roar
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – a confessional, sort of.
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Reblogged this on erichmichaels and commented:
Jesus Died for Somebody’s Sins by Christine Ray at whisperandtheroar. Raw, blunt-force-trauma, beautiful…wow!
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I love that you described this as “blunt-force-trauma.”
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😊 right to the solar plexus! ❤️
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Damn fine! You never fail to please …. and well. I get a sore neck from shaking it saying “so good” haha! ❤
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That is an amazing compliment Diana! You knock my socks off yourself lady.
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Your praise has left a whopping smile with me, but don’t try and deflect the adulation here haha! Happy Sunday eve Christine 😌🌷🌷
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Just as fantastic the second time around. Wow. Mind-blowing.
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Thank you so much my friend!
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