Confessions

My loneliness has found refuge in sin on this morning bless by God.

Its plight to find a home in the land called love has brought me once again to the sea of shame and regret.

Yet I know that all hope is not loss, alas the passion suppressed in this being;

Is a mark of the extent to which I am loved?

Deeply and unflinching to the imitations that lurk in the darkness.

I dream.

I long for the day when I am free from this sweet burden seemingly laced with divine purpose.

But until then my friend you are my listening ear.

My solace between heaven and earth,

The priest in my confession booth.

I pray you see it fit to leave the gavel to one who holds time in his hands,

And who has written my name among the stars.

I pray that you will be what I need most at this hour,

A friend.