Six-sided confessional cube stands full of guilt and dark deeds done,
No window here, no false light from a supposed Holy sun.
And I sit among the scent of remorse, dishonour and crime
Walls whisper 'Hail Mary' as the punished receive their time.
Peccavimus, Peccavimus; I sinned, now to repent,
But what if in my heart and soul I feel no guilt was spent?
I have not murdered, I have not stolen, I acted in my sanity
And now I sit, condemned, in old, stone words for 'profanity? '
I did not lie, I did not curse, I simply fell in love
And in love, no melancholy, no deception for Him Above
But in love, I see my Love’s eyes with a joy no God has brought
And in love just lessons of love, not stern penance to be sought,
I place my Love above all else, and this, I must confess
Must make me, in Sinai’s eyes, an unrepentant idolatress.
But my “idol” does not judge me, nor expect precision
I hide nothing from him, I make my own decision.
And in deciding this, I know, I care not for engraved words
But for what my heart tells me, though at times she speaks absurd.
And what my heart is telling me is to follow without fear
That love, my Love; he will not condemn, Hell is not so near.
In the sand I see one set of prints, the Lord swore that they were his
And he carried me, but I doubt, and in that something in amiss.
If on the sand with my Love there will be two sets all the way
As he stands by me, I stand by him and I will not stray.
So let the fabled Lord leave me, I shall not, damned, be solitary
For in my hand I hold my Love’s, my heart full of wonderful idolatry.