Thursday, March 20, 2008

The Penitent











The woman, she kneels deep with her gauzy
black veil sweeping the altar floor;
could she look him in the eye, she asks.
She detests her sins, she regrets them, now
she's waiting for his word,
she strains to hear his voice,
she bends to see his sign.
And would she then obey?

1 comment:

StrangeBird said...

i'm so proud to say i've read this before. i don't know if you remember but u gave me a copy. :)