The hands that write what lips would dare not say <br />and eyes that mock what mind would dare to play <br />of nights lost in the deepest thoughts of him <br />that dares to say the holiest name of names. <br />Yet in his chamber near to mine... <br />I hear what ears would dare not hear - <br />those sounds which canst my conscience bear <br />for sins flown by the air. <br />My soul had wished to clasp the sinner from the sin <br />to forsake the sneer mockeries of evil I had seen <br />in my deepest thoughts of him, <br />that dares to say the holiest name of names. <br />I cease to recall the priest's chamber near to mine <br />and tried so hard to let my hands betray <br />to write what lips would dare not say.<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-confession/
