What do you bring to the confessional?
Wasted hours; a kind thing undone,
and another, and another; or some
singular crime, a thought or deed
that left a wound, some innocent
bereft of confidence and cheer?
Have you taken what was not yours
to keep; kissed one not yours to claim?
Or is it deeper, darker than these?
Did you see your path was cold
and steep, so turn an easier way?
Have you scoured your heart of love,
set it to harden in a kiln of rage?
Drop it on the tiles, then. Let it break.
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I LOVE the ending.
Posted by: Keith S. Wilson | 31 August 2009 at 04:21 PM
Very poignant. Really like this poem - perfect.
Posted by: niki | 31 August 2009 at 04:38 PM
Thank you for this touching poem. It is very helpful to me.
Posted by: Judith | 04 September 2009 at 11:00 AM
A powerful and controlled indictment. Excellent.
Posted by: Dick | 05 September 2009 at 11:23 PM
wow!
Posted by: Small Talk | 22 September 2009 at 02:57 AM
I really like this poem a lot. I've been exploring your site & reading some of your poetry & enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Robin | 22 September 2009 at 05:11 PM
Very rarely do I read a poem I have to copy down into my notebook for years of rereads. This is one of them. Thank you, thank you for it.
Posted by: patry | 26 September 2009 at 12:10 PM
I'm not sure now why I wrote 'indictment'. This is simply a beautiful poem about confession!
Posted by: Dick | 20 October 2009 at 11:16 PM
" Have you scoured your heart of love,
set it to harden in a kiln of rage?
Drop it on the tiles, then. Let it break."
Those words spoke to me so eloquently....I re-read your piece to take it all in.....allow it to marinate in my psyche.
I am happy I found your site.
Posted by: Eqlektik | 24 October 2009 at 10:29 PM