Essential Rite Of Forgiveness Poem by Liza Sud

Now in the church there's Rite of forgiveness,
And you asked me, you feel,
If I am glad, if I'm pleased completely,
If I got everything?

And I answered not even tarrying,
That I am pleased by now.
And Being is like the cost of riding,
And is not pain but fun.

Forgive me also, please: vile offences,
Foul words and obtuse.
May it continue to be pure, sinless -
Our game with you.

And it is possible! - with the sound:
Mozart like sky is saint.
We'll be more strong, simply better, higher:
Jubilant music scale!