Sign of the Cross

Tonight, I wonder
if Jesus could have imagined
that the cross of his dying
would be reinvented here
some 2,000 years later
as a small ornament
tonight’s door prize
an electronic gadget
of blinking, colored lights
hanging from a necklace
on a shapely young woman.
Dancing at this nightclub
to the DJ’s trendy music
she’s the center of attention,
she’s the young man’s dream.
Red, yellow, and blue lights
moving in rhythm, in sync
with the graven image
of her plunging neckline.

Are we looking for love
while looking for a prayer?

My upbringing, my catechism
warns against violating chastity.
How lovely, the doctrine
how real, the woman.