Some people go to friends,
For happiness and grief.
But I go to my priest,
For forgiveness and sin.
I see myself shivering,
Feeling heartily sorry
For messing up everything
And driving my priest crazy.
I see you frowning
Whenever I confess helplessly.
I thank you every time
For the peace you bring to my heart.
For you are my priest and God,
And my everything in the world.