I hesitantly open the door
of the confessional and
to my utter surprise
I see a beach before me:
as I approach the waters
of gentle aquamarine,
my hot feet, crusty
and blackened with
guilt, are cleansed by
Jesus’ holy hands;
He leads me into the ocean,
whose welcoming waves
of delightful divine mercy
kiss and caress my soul,
cooling and refreshing me,
and peace and joy
rush through me, and
as love ripples and rhymes,
sweetening my soul,
I am born again.