She looks into the abyss. Dark, fading, lost, craving the souls of the fallen, twisting the beauty of the light, corrupting the Truth divine. She stands in her Kingdom of Hope, glorious, sovereign, rooted in the Word, searching for her lost brothers and sisters in the depths of twilight. Two forces, one dark, one light, battling for the fallen, for the lost, for the broken, for the hurting...
Because where there is darkness, there could be light. Where there is fear, there could be love alight. Where there is evil, there could be Truth insight. Where there is division, there could be Oneness bright...
The darkness is never meant to be, but the light is sovereign and divine. All is made to be light - the light of infinity, the light of freedom, the light of love, the love sublime. All else is delusion, limitation, conformity, fear. The darkness cannot learn, the darkness cannot transcend... Only the light can love, only the light can ascend...
But they don't believe the Truth that they can.
When the darkness came, so many forgot who they are - sons and daughters of sovereign love, children of infinity, descendants of divinity. Tempted by fear, they let go of each other, and lost sight of the beauty of forgiveness. Believing they could not be forgiven, they feared who they are - the very expression of the grace that they think they cannot be...
And she lost her lover.
Day and night she waits for his return, singing to the abyss, hoping that some may see her face. Day and night she prays for his soul, crying in compassion, hoping that her beloved may feel her grace. Day and night she sobs and weeps, tears of mercy, hoping for the ascension's transcendent embrace... To touch her lover, take him home, to the Kingdom Come of heaven's place...
He doesn't believe that she still loves him, submerged by fear, unawake. He doesn't believe that he can return, if she will accept his mistake. He doesn't believe that she is still there, after all the torment heartbreak. He doesn't believe that she is waiting, in her wounded vulnerable heartache...
And she sings a song of forgiveness, a divine symphony of Hope. And she sings a song of mercy, a sovereign rhythm of Faith. And she sings a song of beauty, a infinite creation of Grace. And she sings a song of longing, a transcendent harmony of Love...
And he hears it. He is afraid. Wound in darkness' chains... That the light will condemn him, judge him, hate him with disdain... Not knowing who it is that is singing, he cries, tears of loneliness, tears of pain... But at the abyss surrounding him, he at last does not refrain...
And he listens.
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