Silence is war with one casualty, who bids farewell to the bitter taste of the schemer. Foundation built upon quicksand crumbling beneath, carrying their cross to meet the redeemer. Fiercely clutching the promise of salvation, longing for the hopeful journey of truth to be found. Stumbling to the shrills of the petty man, who, reduced to children, dance circles around, Tearing at their clothes and clawing at their skin, a bittersweet resurgence of solemnity within. Invoking ethereal courage that they knew not, restoring virtues mankind willfully forgot. Miles detached from the threshold of fear, vigilant for the journey that does not simply end here. Lord, If it is your will, I implore you to forgive them. They know not what they are doing. …show more content…
How you must suffer at our inward tendencies! How your immaculate heart must bleed for such miseries! How may I console my Lord who consoles the broken man, Who consoles the consoler if so few can? He who bears my burden bares for all, He who seizes weakened flames lest we stumble, lest we fall. My Lord, my redeemer, who loveth you more than I, the lowly sinner? My heart aches and yearns for the Shepherd's lost sheep, who cower in his presence, who curse it and weep. These erstwhile children of God are a sign of the times, committing with ease the most unspeakable crimes. Living in a euphoric disregard of their own damnation or frolicing in it’s abomination I beseech the Most High to bestow misfortune upon me, to offer for their reparation. How much can I endure, when there seems to be countless now. I’d strive to help save more if only I knew how. Must I lose my limbs or carry a disfigured face? I’d surrender such happiness and even take their place. For I knew no greater pain of that hellfire too, but the warmth of grace awaits them if only they’d push through. Bloodied path, broken bones, restless soul that must atone, I fall before my Lord, pleading to be rid of his