RELIGION Poem: Sermon Unheard, by Ed Ahern

The words do not reach me in the last pew.
The preaching is as sonorous and unknowable
as the Latin intoned for centuries to illiterates.
I would guide my behavior on what is said
but can grasp only fragments of phrases.
Does the failing of my hearing or listening
leave me vulnerable to sinning in ignorance,
or could I be saved by spiritual resonance?
My pew has the trappings of Limbo.

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