REPENTANCE

My soul refuses to accept forgiveness

For having wounded a divine love

Sin disturbs my equilibrium of balance

Of justice and of love

God wrote the Pater nostra in my heart

With such an accentuation of his goodness

And of my unworthiness

That I lack words to speak of it

I don’t doubt the efficacy the sacrament of penance

But the adequacy of my own repentance

But I have to travel back in repentance

The miles I travelled in sin

It is a recognition that I have a past

I find joy in this sacrament

And I have recognized that no evil can affect me more than sin

I rather embrace this

Instead of breaking into bitter complaint about the reverses of fortune

And the trial of life

I’ve decided

To leave the lights and glamour of the world

To embrace the shades and shadows of the cross

Where saints are made

Someday I will be on a stained glass window