Suicide Is Dangerous

In the light she died, although it was I that faded to blindness. The Beloved ransacked me, She was ungentle. Years past, empty nights, grey hours in the harsh light of anger. I held my grudge against Her like a hot iron. Then She died for me. I awoke remembering what I had done and was distraught. None can kill God, all death is a lie told to the back of your eyes, yet slowly killing myself killed Her also. Suicide is the ultimate sin, not a crazy doctrinal unfeeling edict, but a warning. If you try to kill God, the Beloved will find you and Her love will not be gentle.