Remember

I twisted myself into a strange posture -thinking it was comfortable- and my heart struggled to reach past the pinch. Gradually -like boiling frogs- pressured increased as the weight of foolish distraction settled comfortably upon me. But ugliness, like beauty, though often hidden, will always eventually burst forth from its soil. What a vile, wicked bloom unfolds - alerting us to the true state of affairs. Then - like a prodigal fool who's already done too much damage I beg for your grace Hoping -at least for a moment- I can become something new and never forget this ... But I hesitate to promise. I have failed such promises before. And ... yet ... again ... you pluck the weight off of me, gently unfold me from my twisted position, and I feel a roaring surge in my arteries as blood -and grace- return life to my body once again. Please God ... Please! Help me remember this time... 10 March 2025 written 6:03-6:14 PM concept thought of after confession around noon