Confession Desk Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

In still tones, at the confessional's embrace,
Where secrets seek absolution's gentle grace,
A soul unburdened, finds a sacred space.
With penitent heart, they humbly trace

Their deepest fears, their darkest deeds confessed,
To seek forgiveness, in the priest's behest.
Like scarlet sins, that stain the spirit's rest,
Transformed to white, by God's eternal zest.

Though crimson hues of guilt may deeply stain,
The promise echoes, 'They shall be like wool.'
A tapestry of grace, woven to sustain,
A heart renewed, from depths of sin's dark pool.

In this sacred space, redemption's flame ignites,
As mercy's touch, the contrite soul requites.
'Come now, let us settle the matter, ' God invites,
In love's embrace, the soul finds true respite.