Letter to those who Suffer

Siblings, Whatever injury they inflict upon you for daring to exist as your true self, or for seeking peace and asylum, hear me now — the Heavens will make you whole again. You are not forsaken. You are not forgotten. The wounds they carve into your flesh and spirit will be mended by the hands of God Themself, and the glory of your light will shine unbroken.

But as for those who have done you harm — those who spit upon the image of God that lives within you — they have severed themselves from the light of Heaven and forsaken their own humanity. They are as hollow things, gnawed away by their own hatred. And their portion shall be the Outer Darkness and utter desolation. There shall be no comfort for them, no dawn to break their endless night. In the blackness beyond the stars, they will face the full weight of their error and be crushed beneath it. It will devour them. Their own souls will cry out in anguish, but there will be no voice to answer, no touch to soothe. Only the echo of their wickedness, a torment that shall never cease.

Yet you — you are the ones the stars remember. The Voice of your Parents in Heaven calls you beloved. The Heavens weep for your suffering, but know this: every tear you shed is caught and held. Every name is written in the Book of Life. And though the unjust may tremble, the oppressed shall rise. For the light they tried to extinguish in you will burn all the brighter in the firmament of Eternity.

-Sis. Sarah