… one particular act of contrition was most often recommended of the penitent – cheese – and the bluer the better. But some- like Tishbit, who as a mole did not have cheese- found it difficult to obtain pardon..
Then she just comes out with it.
Ever talk to your soul?
Haha he says, and averts his eyes.
Huh. She turns away to leave and then throws this comment over her shoulder. Neglect is death by a thousand cuts.
The heart is disturbingly grudging about dislodging offences that, built over time like a fortress, strives like a searing poker to protect the mind, will and emotions of the soul by disabling pain and feeling, yet all the while hardening the heart into coal.
But a grievance is something not quickly forgotten,
And without a pardon, it’s quick to revive.
…it claws to the surface with only one purpose:
The problem ain’t dead, it’s just buried alive.