Passing Regret

Dead winds blow through the Old oak parlor door at night Silently she screams No one to hear her Stifled, but desperate cry She waits, hopes, and dreams A sin, she's told to Want for anything more than Rough stone, wood and brass Resolved, she watches The sun die, to rise again Through the old stained glass Trapped in unselfish And eternal devotion Both, the cage and key Lingering in what Well might or might not have been Dreams are hard to see Vows uttered to God With well meaning intention The velvet-lined snare She, with rosary Held tight in her trembling hands Buries all in prayer