All too clear. Reverent fear prompts innocently, definable actions. Repeated attempts at candor, peppered in mendacity decays the moral dependence upon truthful expectation. We are what we are without the sugar coating or attempt to deference of color analysis and judgment. With the ability to confess and ask for cleansing there remains no room for alteration. At some point, perhaps this very moment all must give poignant review.

Simplicity, found in unrehearsed delivery. Never having to recall the lies in order to ponder or release colored truth. Ease of purpose in heart is found first in walk sans mistake, but accepting the absence of perfection, we must then be absolute in our self-review. There is no desire at self-appeasement, no quest for denying failure, rather a healthy understanding that within the mistakes answers reside for adaptation. All too frequent I sing outside of key.

Knowing realistically that no action shall propel me to everlasting only the consistent denial of failure may taint the relationship with Divine, it is the greatest gift beside obedience that my admission comes with awareness. Must I then repeat the negative impact of departure from prescription? Intention, never being the governing factor it is still preferable to desire accuracy of action. Perhaps the greatest gift being the delight that failures ought be expected and though limited in quantity and frequency be met with conviction, confession and transformation in forgiveness and hope. I am therefore most grateful for that avenue for restitution in grace.