There's a candle in the window
And it is only partially hidden.
The glow of its light casts your shadows,
And the Bible as its truth is so written.
It doesn't matter the version in print,
Or verse meanings you'll alter in spinning.
The tracks you try to cover still leave the hint.
This is the way of an adulterous woman.
As the candle burns down to the wick,
You will read about what's right and so wrong,
And your house of sins, mortar and brick
Betray the litany of lies we knew all along.
The Book is burning beside the candle,
And still you can't see what doesn't belong.
She eats, wipes her mouth, and says,
" I have done no wrong. I have done no wrong."
01.22.17
©Kerri L. Stanley
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