I must get off this path of sin, and find my
inner-being in God, but I do not know how.
I pray, but I no longer feel the consolation
I once felt – that wholeness and joy, like I was
being held tightly in His arms.
That is gone now – now, all I feel is anxiety and
the accumulation of irritations; my heart
is colder and I look back to that tranquil time as if
it was lived by someone else.
Note: This poem was inspired by Confessions by Saint Augustine.