Diary of a Son. {MYSTERIES}

Dear Diary; #apsalmofshiggaion.

+A gloomy and morose atmosphere you created when you left. Angel was disheartened, Matyr sulked, melancholia overtook Saint, and I stood unhappy, my Son was lost. I drank the oceans and rivers dry, I displaced the hills and the mountains, I smashed rocks to pieces like pottery, I brought out trees from their roots, in search of my son. I found him but he didn't seem to need me, he prostituted himself and put his interest in man. I wished for him to return, every night I fought to keep him safe, but I could not force him back home, it was for him to decide.

The doorbell rang and the doorman said you had called for me, your home rejoiced at that information, my heart leaped for joy and ran ahead of me to find you. I found you, desolate, alone and covered in filth, but in my love for you I hugged you into a warm embrace, kissed you, and hugged you again, o how I missed you. I brough you back home, Angel rejoiced, Matyr sang, and Saint danced. all hearts were merry, my Son had returned home. His filth washed away and clothed in fine linen robe, with the crown of life, the oil anointed his head.

You will be restored your inheritance, and your kingdom among men will I stablish. Be dead to your past but heed the wisdom it taught you, for it shall mold your future. You are my beloved Son, my heart rejoices in you. I love you. Selah