Redemption
“Ah! You do not know the weight and length of strong chain that you bear yourself!”
That may be so. But I think I have glimpsed it and, while I still have the time and strength, I would rid myself of it. I am a penitent entering the confessional in fear and hope that the misdeeds of my life might be washed away, not by one simple act of contrition, but in my thoughts and deeds from this moment onwards. I have returned time and again to that well of hope, entered that booth in despair having slid back into the old ways. All the joy and bright optimism that bore me up as I exited was soon worn away. Then the path to confession, penance and absolution began again.
I know both the weight and length that I bear. Not only am I aware, but I am constantly reminded.
Endless cycles.