Confessions © Tony Fallon 052917

Confessions © Tony Fallon 052917

Last week I wrote a little story about confessions
And children admitting their imaginary transgressions
Going all alone into this scary dark little space 
And hoping the priest would restore some of God's loving grace
After deliberation you had truthfully admitted 
All the venial sins in the last week you had committed
Extra pieces of information were often revealed 
That were not sins at all and could be easily concealed
You were at a disadvantage you were down on your knees
Practically begging him for forgiveness, oh please, please.
Sometimes the priest would be a real inquisitor
If you were in court you'd be helped by a solicitor
Your major worry was that forgiveness would be withheld
Of course, it could be much worse you could also be expelled 
If the priest believed on Saturdays every word he heard 
He'd be asking the bishop to be speedily transferred
Being Catholic is great if you have no self-control
Tell your sins to the priest in confession and cleanse your soul.
In my grandfather time, they had sackcloth and ashes
A hundred years earlier than that it was forty lashes
If you do not believe that check up at the Libraries
You were so lucky with Our Father and three Hail Mary's

Confessions © Tony Fallon 052917