Ash and Breath

In the beginning was a burst,

a collection of ash and breath,

an interior world of hope and Good,

and so in the beginning was one man, and so

in the beginning was a world.

…

A terrifying world,

a world which cried for the Good,

yet was crushed under scarcity,

and so that man strayed from the Good,

to preserve his earthly body.

…

And thus the fate of all men after him,

all his sons and daughters,

all his grandsons and granddaughters,

all humans created from ash and breath,

all descendants of that luminous burst,

of hope and Good.

…

And here in this world,

this terrifying world crushed by scarcity,

forgive your straying from the Good,

by outweighing the scale with more merits than faults,

for of their own accord the righteous give themselves to God in love,

and so the transgression is not our sins,

but that at every instant we can turn to love,

and yet we do not turn.

After finishing writing this, I suddenly found myself clasping my hands together in prayer, and I couldn't stop crying while whispering, "I'm sorry."