my talk with god

My ego and pride look upon me with resentment. I cry out to the sky, "Father, everything I have done was selfless! I helped those in need and asked for nothing in return. I walk through life without grudge or anger, So why do you burden me with grief?" I stood in silence, its weight heavy on my shoulders, until the sky opened, and grace spoke. "You have done well, but your heart is closed. The ghosts of your past still weigh you down." In defiance, I screamed, "Father, I am not perfect! Like every man, I am drawn to sin, yet I hold it at bay!" "Your pride must die." "I cast you from heaven because you were dangerous— not for your strength, but for your desire for chaos. You could not reside in peace. You were my greatest poet, moving the angelic forces with your words, bringing even the Almighty to tears. But a snake whispered in your ear, filling you with the hunger to control those you preached to. And even now, that snake still lives within you. You must kill it." My knees struck the ground as I wept. "Please, Father... show me how”