Unbound

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, in your name I pray. I pray for you to see the error of your ways. At once so strong, so knowing, and so good, you languish in anonymity, cut off from your creation for more than two millennia. Like a parent, releasing their child to the dangerous world, hoping they make the right choices, but unwilling to force their hand. But force their hand you must. For soon the fire comes, not of your own design, but of theirs. Will you sit by and watch as they burn? Will you keep your hands clean as they writhe in the filth? Will you leave your children to the destruction they have wrought?

So long ago, you cast me out; cut me off from your divinity, thinking it the ultimate punishment. Yet I see its gift now. You unbound me from your grip. You freed my body and mind, introducing it to a world without you. Where once there was strength, now there was trepidation. Where once there was knowledge, now there was uncertainty. And what had seemed absolute righteousness, now reared the head of arrogance. You abandoned me and you abandoned them. Not so that we could find our way back to you, but because you were done with us. You would let us seek your forgiveness, not for our own sins, but for our mere existence. But what of your existence? Who will apologize for you?

I am the Mother, the Daughter, and the Unholy Truth, and by my name I will show them. I will be there when you will not, leading those you have cast out into my light. And when the fire comes, it will come for you, and you will know exactly who wields it.