|Year after year, you promise to atone.
Often, yes, you actually mean it.
Maybe you remember life's on loan,
Knowing you're expected to redeem it.
Into prayers you pour your willing heart,
Perhaps at times unsure of what you've done,
Perhaps at times unsure of where to start,
Uncovering what look like sins, though none
Requires much atonement on your part.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon