The Kindred of the Eternal

Many of my servants
have had their heads cut off;
many of my precious children
have been tortured
and left there to suffer
till they died.

Do these things
surprise you, my child?
Do these things bother you?

Do you expect
to be free
while others
are in bondage?
Do you expect
pleasure
while others
are suffering?

Why do you expect this,
my beloved?
How could it possibly
be thus? ›

Do you not see
that every mountain of pride
must be brought down,
and every valley
of depravity and deceit
must be filled anew
with my goodness,
before the jubilee
can break forth
for all my precious little ones?

Would you turn your back
on them?
Would you live
a life of gaiety
while they suffer?
How can this be,
my child?
Are you not ashamed?

But, be not afraid,
my beloved,
for I will help you
be not self-absorbed,

I will help you
be not callous,
I will help you
be not worthless
in my sight.

For even at
their darkest place,
I was there
comforting my precious little ones;
and even as their heads
rolled on the ground
I was holding
their mind,
their life,
their beautiful individuality
in my loving bosom,

and they will be there
forever,
waiting to greet you
in eternal affection
and bliss.