Confession
He sits
in his little room
Listening
to what you say are your sins
Rosary beads
click while he murmurs
Asks you
if you are sorry and you reply that yes, you are.
Except
he remembers you
Two weeks
ago, with the same sin
Sorry as
ever.
He gave
you penance to do
You walked
out, cleansed and ready for the world
You didn’t
do your penance.
You know
it, he knows it.
You think
you got one over on him.
On God.
You didn’t.
After you
leave the closet
He looks
up at the sacred heart and begs for forgiveness himself.
God
help him, he loves to hear your sins and prays you won’t stop.
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