Let us lament not our past sins forgotten and tossed to the bottom of eternity’s never-ending well of mercy
drowning regret and every thought or phrase uttered that echoes a sorrow seeping through
into tomorrow’s joy
Let us weep only for today’s unseen twisting & bowing -
our soul’s crooked way of turning toward its own elevation & yearnings that blind us to Truth’s perfect posture
straight
narrow
never-bending or cowering
Let us set ourselves abreast of it
agreeing that we’re bent while receiving with ungritted teeth the immaculate conception of a straightening within
ALO Musings 