Friday, 26 November 2010
Confession - before Advent
Forgiveness, God, for all my sins
I seek at last,
the sin in word, the deed in heart,
foul sin compassed.
In heedless youth I broke the rule,
made grievous slips,
offered fair women of gleaming teeth
Now I am an old, old man
and after sinful years
I seek no feast but that my cheeks
be wet with tears.
Medieval Irish Lyric