I hesitantly open the door
of the confessional
and to my utter surprise
I see a sandy beach:
as I approach the waters
of gentle aquamarine,
I see Jesus before me;
He looks at my feet,
crusty and blackened
with all my sins,
so He washes them
with His holy hands;
then He leads me into the ocean,
whose welcoming waves
of delightful divine mercy
kiss and caress my soul,
cooling and refreshing me;
peace and joy
rush through me,
and as love ripples and rhymes,
sweetening my soul,
I am born again.