the tinkling of the bell
in a cold winter chapel
frosty breath on stained glass
the old nuns
muttering in prayer
falling asleep by candlelight
snoring and snorting at the back
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa
and she knew
she hadn't done anything
wrong at all
and she was terrified
that she may be a saint
and she knew
she must learn to be a sinner
quickly
I would imagine with every tinkling bell we are dong something wrong in the eyes of another..I would find it harder to be saintly that's for such....another wry and subversive piece..I love..Jae ;)
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