The divine trial

In heavens' court, the scene unfolds,
Where mysteries of faith are told.
"We now call God to stand on trial,"
Whispers echo through the celestial aisle.

Angelica, the prosecutor bold,
Seeks answers for suffering untold.
But Seraphiel, the defender's grace,
Defends God's plan in this hallowed space.

Witnesses, souls who've endured the pain,
Tell tales of loss, despair, and strain.
"Why does a loving God allow such sorrow?"
They question, as tears fall like the morrow.

Seraphiel's voice, calm and composed,
Argues that suffering, though we're enclosed,
Serves a purpose, a spiritual ascent,
To guide our souls to enlightenment.

Judge Celestia, wise and fair,
Listens to pleas, her heart laid bare.
This trial, a challenge profound,
Balancing faith and suffering's ground.

In this celestial courtroom, they stand,
With passion and grace, they make their stand.
The verdict rendered, the judgment nears,
As angels and beings shed silent tears.

"Trust in divine wisdom," Seraphiel implores,
"Though suffering's presence our spirit soars.
In God's plan, we must have faith,
Even when mysteries lie beneath."

The gavel falls, a decision made,
Not guilty, God's plan won't fade.
The heavenly court erupts in cheer,
As faith in the divine becomes crystal clear.

In this celestial drama, our souls entwine,
A play of faith, a theme divine.
We ponder the mysteries, question and believe,
As the heavenly verdict, we must receive.