Ahhhhhhhh guilty hearts take up the pen

To write their soul’s confessions.

Penance granted, pen in hand,

They turn and invite the chance again

To err and ever be divine.

But it’s good for souls to improvise,

To squeeze and see what comes out first,

And let it come to life 

There on the page,

And save yourself a stitch,

Or nine, and rip your soul

Like bailing twine

And let the hay and your heart scatter,

And maybe it will scatter together with mine,

And maybe that would just be mighty damn fine.

-jenn