Blinded and Ridiculous, from the series, Ponder Food as Love
The transition from all-embracing life-giver at birthing to irrelevant, hovering thwarter of teenager freedom is startling....and the nurturer is always the last to know.
A General Confession *
ALMIGHTY and most merciful Child,
I have erred and strayed from your ways like a lost sheep,
I have followed too much the devices and desires of my own heart and brain,
I have offended against your sacred laws,
I have left undone those things which I ought to have done,
And I have done those things which I ought not to have done,
And there is no health in me, hope for me or cleanliness in me:
But you, O child, have mercy upon me, a miserable offender;
Spare me, O child, who confess my faults,
Restore me cuz I'm penitent,
According to your personal philosophy of "...it's all good."
And grant, O most merciful child,
That I may hereafter live a never-nagging life,
To the glory of your holy existence. Amen.
* taken, with alterations, from the Anglican Liturgy and DJL
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