I’ve been here before—circling the same worn spiritual path like a pony tied to a post at a children’s fair.
I know every step.
Mass out of duty.
Rosary by obligation.
Holy days observed like appointments on a calendar.
But the path hasn’t changed because I haven’t changed.
I’ve mistaken obedience for transformation.
I used to think that if I just kept walking the circle, eventually I’d break through.
But maybe God was never at the center of that loop. Maybe He was waiting just beyond the tether.
There comes a time when the soul must ask: Is this devotion—or just motion?
Can I ever catch a glimpse?