Dear Father Confessor,
hear my plea, this is not a demand,
can I walk the length of Redemption's Road,
for the child too hungry to stand
It doesn't matter a wit to me if this day is questioned
concerning my Savior's birth,
in time I pray it will be
the anniversary of Peace on Earth
I pray society will stop arguing the point
of good and evil men,
terrorist or freedom fighter,
both have a belief to defend
Yet, the indefensible is not divisible
when wasted blood is all that remains,
I pray the world oneday lives for love
and love is a lifetime gain
Dear Father Confessor,
hear my plea, I pray you understand,
I pray not for revenge against men,
just the right to hold an abused child's hand
Eventually I pray the children trust enough
to walk the House of the Holy's aisle
and not cower in fear with nightmares
of priestly pedophiles
I ask not for personal gifts
for my gifts have been a personal devotion,
within my sphere I hope to eradicate the contamination
of bigotry on the purity of emotion
White snakes and black snakes
no one should trust,
both are cold-blooded serpents,
both are poisonous
Dear Father Confessor,
hear my plea, please endorse my plan,
let love rule without the voices of destain
who treat vows like so much contraband
Allow those who are in love spread love unconsiously,
and let hatred fall like the dried needles
on a Christmas tree
I know all that begins
within the Genesis of love need not end in shame,
who was the victim, who was to blame
Just let willing minds trace the path of jubilee
to the source of all that heels,
Loving Father, hear my urgent appeal
Dear Father Confessor,
hear my plea, though at times I stray for Thy Commands,
please allow land mines to be tripped
by your soothing rains in Villiages of the Damned
Please allow those in Europe, the Middle East and Africa whose limbs
have been ripped apart by man's demonic deeds,
find solace in the Apostle's Creed
Racism is a disease that gestates
in troubled minds,
sectarianism is a plague that devalues
the Creator in the hearts of all mankind
Let all who believe know Your Son
can only be discovered in deeds of the good,
not in Palaces made of stone and wood
Dear Father Confessor,
hear my plea, place on my shoulders
the burdens of all I can withstand,
I know to whom much is given
much more is expected in demand
Please allow me to be H.D.T.V.,
not the television
but a man who has
a Holistic Devotion to Telemetric Visionaries
I know somewhere out there someone has found
a cure for cancers and H.I.V.
Let the Queen who loves me dearly
find comfort resting her beautiful head on my shoulders,
a peaceful place for her to rest,
I've never considererd myself to be an amazing man,
so far I am from being amongst the best
Yes I have faltered at times
but with Your Blessings still I believe
in the beauty wounded hearts healed can conceive
For my daughter who internalizes her pain,
for all who believe in love and through fate
were forced to abstain,
For the sufferahs grieving for the setting of the sun,
for liberty, for justice, for the just and the unjust
May Your Heavenly Kingdom Come,
and deliver us on Christmas Day