The Clown

Marc Chagall

A clown silently stands
outside Chartres Cathedral
Here! Look at me! his outfit cries
While inside the well`worn church
the stained`glass Father glows
in the soft summer`light

No one even smiles
at the curious contrast
Ancient faith turned secular
Modern absurdity turned sacred
Within, the Nun begs for coins
as does the Clown, without

Up in a window
a Prodigal God watches
from his High Gate wondering
when Daughter & Son will weary
of simply feeding their swine
Come home to the feast

All the while
Chartres’ ancient stones
continue to crumble`tumble
round them ~ Clown & Nun & Father`God
All aglow there amid the stained`glass
in the soft summer`light


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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