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
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