
I enter the box,
heart racing just a bit
nervously wondering if I will forget
the sins I want to release.
Making the sign of the cross
with the priest instantly calms me.
I know that sin is something of which we are all guilty,
the priest takes his turn at confession, too.
I take a deep breath and begin,
soon my words are tripping over themselves
racing to get out of my system
and I end with the words-"I am truly sorry."
Now it's my turn to listen carefully
as the priest gently consoles me with words of advice
to help me live a holy life
and offers a penance to atone for my faults.
I recite an Act of Contrition
and the words I long for finally come-
"May the Lord grant you pardon and peace
and I absolve you from your sins, in the Name of the
Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."
I step out of the time machine
to a new life of peace
cleansed of my guilt and ready to perform my penance.
Stepping back in time, I resolve to sin no more.
I loved your son's comment! Your poem hit home, too :) It is like a time machine! I love confession, just not the time before I go in. My palms sweat and I am nervous. Not too long ago I prepared for Confession, walked in, and my mind went completely blank and I forgot my sins temporarily :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great comparison! The Sacrament of Confession is truly a wonderful gift our Lord has given us. It's such a beautiful example of how much He loves us. Great post.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful quote! I have just finished reading 'The Brothers Karamazov' where the priest says to a woman troubled by scruples, 'How could there be a sin that would exhaust the infinite love of God?'
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