Room of Secrets

in the moments that I wait

Such sweetness in the
space of waiting-
Minutes lush with time alone
         to ponder
         to question...
To hate humanity in
its weakness and
self-inflicted pain,
to indulge in the
decadence of doubt,
revel in my ignorance,
let my mind dance
with the wicked thought
that there may not
be a plan.

The beauty of the moments
where I am not the
messanger of the answer
         of salvation,
the seconds where I dare admit
that there are those with whom
I do not care to
share the grace.

The instants where this
little room contains
MY secrets....

                   "Forgive me father,
                   for I have sinned..."