Babbling Apples!

Dear the Pope was supposed to vote but sat around just taking notes Holy Sheesh! was he asleep! and so it goes that a whole in sheets don't mean two cents if we miss a beat it wasn't meant to be anything less... then Heaven sent. so if I must I did in deed asked to confess within my peace and prayed to a god I couldn't see and asked the guides forgive me please ... I know not what I do. humble i go to the apple grove babbling love as much as i know and asking still... god let me grow. I sleep not nights I write in lights flickering in a candles glow. babbling words i shall not know. "...see no evil..." is what I heard. "...and hear we know..." is what i learned. "...live on..." it was written and SEWN