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
                               lascivious lips.

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

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