Confession to the Virgin Mary
Laijon Liu 20240218
My lies cast me down from heaven
and the truth I deny, I refuse to confess
that turned me, a little angel into a wildling
all sweets tastes like bitter berries and raw nuts
and well-dressed am I? Then why I feel I’m naked?
The loving lips I’ve kissed and now I seal mine tight
The hands of mercy took me in twice, sheltered me
but I remained reticent and let the each day get by
the garden in blossom, in snow, my children are grown
I’ve played my role well, not to be much of an ogress
the Virgin Mary still visits me from time to time
I keep my mouth shut, not to utter a word of prayer
let my silence burns, and my shame burns
and I desperately hanging on to my good image
but in my mind I have confessed and confessed
now only to leave my gray hair and ash on the pyre.
- I did open that thirteenth door -
