We have an image prompt this week.
It is not easy, to come here again. I gently step down the stairs, thinking it is going to be the last time. But then I come here thinking this every single time.
Have you ever sat inside a confession box at a church, worrying if the priest would judge you? Do you think he doesn’t judge you? He is human, of course, he judges you. All of us fall short of the promise. Forget others, I judge myself too, all the time. I fall short of being someone ‘I aspire to be’. It is a constant struggle.
As I take another step towards the river, I hear the gurgling of the stream, it is so welcoming, nature is welcoming.
What do I need to absolve myself of? Sins and crimes? One and many? What is sin? How do we know? Is it ok to kill a mosquito and not ok to kill a human? Your soul carries the sin; It is irrelevant whether your mind does or not.
Does God forgive a fallen soul? God will. But will we forgive ourselves, of the petty and the grave sins that we commit? In the grand scheme of the universe, our sins are inconsequential, however, to our small conscience, they are a huge load.
This is my final ablution- I need to purify my body, mind and cleanse my soul for the last time. And as the quote goes ‘May God have mercy on my soul’.
© 2019 Priya U Bajpai
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