Atonement

On Yom Kippur God  checks out his accounts
Then we’ll find  “what life all is about”
We ask those whom we hurt and wounded late
To forgive our acts of weakness, lust or rage.

Yet as our defences keep us blind
We do not recollect we were unkind
In any case, the other did the wrong
We are perfect, rational and strong

So it may not be within our will
To do what is now asked for, good or ill.
Perceiving our perfection we tell Him
We are spotless like a newborn lamb

Yet all this cannot be without his aid
And being perfect, we were never paid