He had been ignoring the glaring beams either side of his treacherous path, afraid his glance would distract him from the bramble that clutched at his dusty cloak. Though his gaze was fixed firmly on the shrubbery through which he was struggling to pass through, he was distracted by a glittering light cast on the leaves he was attempting to clear. Unable to withhold his curiosity, his eyes opened wide as he realised that a light as brilliant as the sun had been by his side the whole time. Before him lay a path paved with gold beckoning for a joyous abandon, a stark contrast to the thorns that lined his feet.
Though hesitant at first, he turned from the dirt trail and instead walked upon light itself. Each footstep fell lighter than the last as he was slowly carried within the cradling arms of the wind, as soft as the clouds themselves. Higher and higher he went, and with each passing moment, he felt a growing peace as strand by strand, his worries and fears were plucked away and thrown to fall onto the ground far below. Asleep in his comforting cocoon of an emptying mind, the wind started to pull at his soul. As it slowly ebbed away, trickling beyond his reach and seeping deep into the clouds, his soul flowed in broken tears as it lay raining upon the muddied track he had left so long ago.
With nothing but blackness left, he awoke, afraid. He cried out for his soul, but only an empty shadow remained. Trembling in fear, he felt his head glide across a hard surface, searching for an escape, but unable to see where or how far the wind had carried him, he had nowhere to go.
He had reached the top of the world and he stood beneath God's throne.
As God cast His gaze upon him, He saw only the mould of a man, an empty vessel of clay with only the charred remains of what may have once been his soul. Not a single worthy act remained that he could offer to his Lord and as shame and fear coursed through the darkness in which he sat, he believed that even God could not abhor him as much as he did himself. And yet, hands clasped tight, muscles rigid with a faltering memory of a remembered hope, he pleaded and yearned for His Mercy.
It was God alone who could purify his form by breathing into him of His Love and His Light. His soul reborn.
On my knees, I pray.
With nothing but blackness left, he awoke, afraid. He cried out for his soul, but only an empty shadow remained. Trembling in fear, he felt his head glide across a hard surface, searching for an escape, but unable to see where or how far the wind had carried him, he had nowhere to go.
He had reached the top of the world and he stood beneath God's throne.
As God cast His gaze upon him, He saw only the mould of a man, an empty vessel of clay with only the charred remains of what may have once been his soul. Not a single worthy act remained that he could offer to his Lord and as shame and fear coursed through the darkness in which he sat, he believed that even God could not abhor him as much as he did himself. And yet, hands clasped tight, muscles rigid with a faltering memory of a remembered hope, he pleaded and yearned for His Mercy.
It was God alone who could purify his form by breathing into him of His Love and His Light. His soul reborn.
On my knees, I pray.
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Our Lord! We have wronged ourselves, and if You do not forgive us and have mercy upon us,
we will surely be among the losers.
we will surely be among the losers.
[7:23]
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