Prayers of Confession

As they rise they must fall It is, what is trust in us all; As Writ pages turn in blur True words race in space A blind book of themes Reminds us like lightning To breathe--------- Inside silent souls, alone Rhythmic radiant beats Rhapsodic and robust Finding the echoes of time As they rush with wings Kissing priestly rings Of prayer box whispers Across the chapel full; High above the palls Risen to guide the tides Pounding our insides As we bend to a knee To confess and to cry To try and not sigh Emotions roar high Behind angels that fly Aloft a stained glass sky While gliding behind Prayers sent up blind Eyes down with the stars I pass through the love Risen from chiffon doves A symphony of bells The water clicks serene As I look up at the gleam The thin cashmere cloak Guiding me with hope Into pages of crystalline Hoping to shine divine In my confession to find What makes me better-- To pick myself up As I make myself fall 'Tis the promise that lifts up The premise of us all August 17, 2016