#PoetryFriday - Communion

COMMUNION.

He remembered a little girl
in a white dress.
She was making her First Communion.
She approached the altar
in purity and innocence.
Her innocence would be betrayed
by a future filled with guilt,
and regret for the sins
that religion doomed her to commit.
He wondered whether that was
what must be.
The poet spoke of music
as the food of love.
Would she feed him
from her soul?
When he held her in his arms,
and approached the altar,
he felt her purity
and wanted it to wash away his sins.
It felt like holiness.
He was lifted up
on a cloud of joy
into the heavens.

He felt her loss
with a dying desperation.
He was a sinner
without a confessor.

Was there a heaven for him?