Presbyterian Poets Society
The Wrinkle in Time link in my previous entry led to a sermon for St. Andrew’s day, 2003, at the Riviera Presbyterian Church in Miami.
I belong to no church, but have a vague recollection of being confirmed in the Presbyterian church in early adolescence. That ceremony meant nothing to me then, and means nothing to me now. It was the culmination of fitful attendance at Presbyterian Sunday School, which I recall, reluctantly, only as a course of training in ugliness, lies, and stupidity.
There seems, however, to be a paradox here. The same religion I so detested seems to have inspired in others works of beauty, truth, and intelligence.
To wit, three poets, each with a Presbyterian background:
It may be that I am becoming reconciled to the religion that was urged upon me in my youth… becoming, at last, a Riviera Presbyterian.
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