🔵 By Timothy Brunner. Photo by lauragrafie.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned, but where do I begin with this world that I’m living in?
I’m a criminal and a misfit, just like Dismas. I’ve been a thief and practitioner of illicit business.
I’ve been violent and angry, vengeful and hateful. I’ve been lying more lately, I’m ultimately and ungrateful.
Unforgiving and hard-hearted, cold and uncaring. I’m lost and short-sighted, alone, just sitting and staring.
Bricked in, locked-down. Isolated. Caged. Cliqued-up, boxed-out.
Violated. Enraged.
I’ve lost hope and stopped praying, going astray, and giving in. despair inhabits the homes of the city I’ve been living in.
I confess sevenfold; you know the steps down the path. Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Pride, and the anger of Wrath.
Seven times broken, made whole, then crushed once again. There’s no rest for the wicked leaving no peace in my brain.
I don’t blame another or justify to diminish. This is my weakness, my fault, my responsibility from start to finish.
I confess that I was born, so I lived, and I’ll die. All I can say, God, is I played your game and no one gets out alive.