A modern psalm

Isaak’s penitential psalm, unaccompanied.

Again, and yes again, O Ceaseless Tolerator
                     of our bleaking recurrences, O Forever Forgoing   
                     Foregone (sans conclusion), O Inexhaustible,
                     I find my face against the floor, and yet again
                     my plea escapes from unclean lips, and from a heart
                     caked in and constricted by its own soiled residue.
You are forever, and forever blessed, and I aspire
                     one day to slip my knot and change things up,
                     to manage at least one late season sinlessly,
                     to bow before you yet one time without chagrin.