As the peat of the earth withers, withdrawn from the rainfall- so does my spirit crumble removed from the graces of her presence.
The Veil of Eden has been torn apart, shredded by the adamantly delicate hand of God. She stands alone- itβs divine torrent permeating her being, basking in a glow of ethereal brilliance.
No other creature of the Earth has been gifted such a courtesy, for who else is deserving? Not one.
I am not worthy to stand before it, and I cannot bear to rest my gaze upon her. The sight of her is more than I can withstand. The root of my spirit is drenched in the cruelty of mortal agony, as I stand in the presence of one touched by divinity.
What strange privilege of mercy has been granted upon me by my Creator? What terribly wonderful curse have I had ****** upon me?
God spare me from what I cannot persevere, and grant to me the strength to nurture the miracle bestowed to me, all the days of my life. Amen.