The Sign

This week, the Ligo Haibun Challenge provided two different photo prompts to choose from. My offering:

The Sign

I remember the sign: Help wanted. Office work Monday through Friday. Must be flexible. An answer to my prayers. I needed money, the stability and a fresh start. The respected, well-loved charismatic priest, kept a busy office space. I had baptismal and marriage papers to file, endless phone calls to make and a long Mass supplies order list to keep well stocked.

Traditional (or modern, does not seem to matter) Catholic Mass, at times, full of contradictions. A natural human phenomenon, I guess.

full moon rising

photo source: Penny L. Howe

And the mystical moment comes. Holy Communion. Like the full moon rising, the priest lifts the Divine host high for all worshipers to adore. “For this is my Body,” he whispers, “and Divine Will.” I see the real meaning of the moon rising sign: Must be flexible…to mean, without question, perform after work duties. I close my eyes to his priestly hands and lips moving in endless adoration.

under a secret veil
forbidden sin rituals
blood from the heart – stains


20 thoughts on “The Sign

  1. Steph says:

    Powerful. Well done! I was raised Catholic, went to Catholic schools, and because of that I have no warm and fuzzy feelings for nuns or priests. Quite the contrary. Oh the stories…


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