Listening to every heart
Do I have thoughts of remorse?
“You bet,” she mulls in her head
Do I think back to justice, right and wrong?
“You bet, I could ‘just as’ well be dead.”
Did I have choices to make?
“Yes, doesn’t everyone?” she thought.
Did I make the right ones?
“Only God knows” quietly laughing a lot.
Do I have any idea of why I am here?
“You called the meeting together, my dear.”
Why is my silence so very outspoken?
“Why dear, it’s not your bones broken.”
Do I know now what my problem is?
“Shoot, do you know a snake’s hiss?”
Do I know what I did so terribly wrong?
“Yes, to a man I once belonged.”
The conversation is over, the voices utterly still,
she is only here now, strengthened by her will;
she is being stared at, she only stares within;
she is all alone now, sitting alongside her Sin.
Now Sin speaks, trying to make things right
Sin doesn’t want her to leave deep within the night.
“You did what you had to, to even up the score,”
“Perhaps,” she thought, “but I did not want the chore.”
“But now the hurt is over, everything is done,”
“Ah Sin, sinner am I, now everything’s undone!”
“You mean you’d go back, take the trouble and hurt?”
“Ah Sin, you know, I was never raised to be curt,
“But you were wrong, I knew right, always from the start,
I should have followed my head, instead of my wicked heart;
For the pain inscribed in the hollow now lying deep therein
Speaks to me daily, of my rotten, rotten sin.”
Again the conversation is over, and Sin does now depart
for Sin has lost this round, has no more words to impart.
She sits silently, lonely, broken, her strength now undone
the hurt will never be over, even ‘tho everything is done.
16 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow