These are the minutes
Of desperation...
In waiting.
Knowing
After the hours
All is seen
From that wisdom
Perspective
When I got to listen
Listen to those voices
Female voices
whose bodies were not seen
In that long corridor
Singing a prayer of hope
All is well
So the bells tell
As they toll
For my encounter
with a minister of God.
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7 comments:
goodness...this is heart rending...when one so trusted takes something away like that...at least that is the way i read it...ack....
i wasn't quite sure how to read it - the way brian did or as a secret love affair...tight write either way..
I interpret as neither Brain nor Claudia as I read this. Phrases which reached me: "...all is seen", "I got to listen", "..spiritual voices singing" (there is hope)--a heavenly choir?
and then relief, "...All is well..."
Psssst: I reserve the right to be wrong.
All is well...There is LOVE. There is PEACE!
"Confession" is just riddled through and through with honesty. From the title, the picture of Jesus, content, closeness of construction, and intimacy of this piece, this is the real Dulce, writing soulfully from her heart filled conscience. Getting a sense of relief in this way, probably this very day, the result of truth stripped from false, that truth Dulce tore from her inner conscience voice, as spoken to God and one human. Appropriately begun with minutes and hours impressively related, of desperate waiting. Waiting. Thank you for this inspiring log of your day. What more is to say? Two thumbs up!
My thoughts are similar to those of Steve E. The message of hope prevailing.
Thanks my dear friends.
might be... you never thought me a devoted religious/spiritual woman?
:-)
When one speaks of spirituality, others listen. Some turn inward, and search deeply within themselves. And those of us, as we look in new light, see our failings...and either change, or not. Thank you for the introspective!
I love your honesty, your spirituality, and you.
PEACE!
Sorry about the 'double-commenting' This post so impressed me, the photo, and your words, Confession!
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