Deliverance
Deliverance came quickly at my cry— Expressed despite reluctance to accept The peace I knew sobriety would buy— And, as I guessed, a part of me has wept, And still does weep, to former self’s chagrin, Though fresh-born eyes are far more circumspect: Without dismissing gravity of sin, They understand these idols I erect Regrettably—from time to time—are none That countless others have not also built When shade induced amnesia of the sun, Resulting in amassed, sub-conscious guilt... But how much... Sign in to see full entry.