The Heretic

And so do I renounce my faith,
Consigned to wander all my days,
Abstaining forever from the sacraments
that are woman.
Neither shall I recant or confess.
I will never seek to enter the Holy Place
Or exchange the kiss of peace again.
Alone, I shall worship none;
No priestess will hear my sweet confession,
For I was in love with Love,
And He has been unkind to me.

(This piece was originally publish in the 2005 issue of The Traveler, where it was awarded Honorable Mention in Poetry.)