Confessional
I confess
that I have
forever
coveted the confessional –
dreamt of dark wood softly
sliding open in golden light
embracing my secret sins –
offering exculpated oblivation
for those tugs of conscience -
little Jewish girl
who dreamt the
peace of nunneries
and the comfort of
confident belief -
there-where?
in the opening
covenant curtained
ark- the peal of one
clear –chime, that
heady swirl of sweet
incense and the swaying
sea of skull-capped tide.
I confess
that I have
forever coveted the
confessional that
would grant absolution
to me - would-be
fervent believer-
small questioner of
the grand-all
Love 'softly
ReplyDeletesliding open in golden light' .....the confession always facilitates being, our life, helps to see clearly around ....feel a compassion to others... xx
I suspect that the things we covet are the most elusive things of all...
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