Dear Lord, Is She the One?

Many beautiful women in this café I scan their painted faces, seeking a way To approach each of them and ask my question Are you the spark of my husband’s obsession? Late at night, your perfume wafts from his pillow I lie awake as my suspicions billow Are you the reason I’m lying there alone? He stays out so late now, never even phones The ebony-haired woman with dark brown eyes Is she the one behind his excuses, lies? Or perhaps the redhead’s bright, engaging smile Has led my man astray with her carefree wiles A mother of four, my body can’t compare To those who are blessed with such sensual flair For more than a decade I satisfied him But now my mind’s absorbed by prospects so grim We’re Catholic and divorce is prohibited But no longer is desire exhibited By the one who stood by my side every day Raising our family in God’s intended way Is she the one, that striking blonde in the corner Who’s transformed my mate into a foreigner? Perhaps it’s better if I don’t learn the truth And forego the tactics of acting a sleuth I pick up my purse, pay the bill, reach the door But can’t help looking around the room once more Before walking across the street to our church To light a candle, on a wooden pew perch And pray for answers to these questions inside Seeking direction from my spiritual Guide