Grievances of a Terrible Heart to an Omniscient SoulA Story by SLOVAA young woman attempts to deny the mercy of God.When I lose myself, I think of You.
I, long ago, feared Your opinion of me. I feared the discontent in Your eyes that would silently enforce my shame-encrusted soul. I, for so long, feared the sight, the thought, the experience of You in attempt to save myself from Your rightful scorn.
I still know not what You take me for, if for anything at all. Am I Your child, or was I prior to my wickedness? Who are Your children? Nights - for nights I enslaved Your image to my imagination. I begged soundly for Your forgiveness - Your approval - Your fond light - was this in vain? Am I too late? My chest yearns for this selfish compassionate harvest. Try as I may, I cannot last forever without knowing.
I find it . . . hard . . . to shade myself in the light of Your mercy.
What I've told the youth, I know You hate me this year. I cry here with You, in Your house, here. My knees are conditioned so poorly, I hope dryly your floors are not parched.
. . .
Forgive me, I cannot form the words clearly out past my lips.
I feel . . . alien. As if I am surrounded by a gradient of colours I have no name for. I want to rid myself of Your spectrum . . . of Your heart. If I have not already. I feel thoroughly seized by this pallid guilt - it throbs painfully within the cavity of my chest.
I never had . . . I had no right in Your arms. I am sorry.
I am so sorry.
I am so sorry. If You cannot save my soul - or whatever it is, my being - then destroy it and save my friend's. © 2015 SLOVAReviews
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