My Son,
I hope that this letter will find you
well, child of my flesh. You have gone and taken with you all that is your
right, though long before its time it has been given to you. It was with great
sorrow that I did as you asked of me and watched you go on your way, for I knew
the path that laid ahead of you. It is one that I have seen many times before
by men near and far to my heart, always ending in disaster. But it is not to
warn you away from this path that I have written to you, but rather, to tell
you what is the true gift that I give to you. When your adventuring and
enjoyment of things men of this earth cherishes comes to an end and you
have nothing to your name, I still love you. When the greatness that you sought
out turns to ash in your mouth and spoils all things, I still love you. When the world casts you out, beats you into the ground and leaves you to despair, I still love you. And
with this love, as your seeking of pleasure comes to ruin, I welcome you home.
I bear you no grudge or shame, no amount of honor taken would cause a shadow to
fall across my good memory of you, my most precious child. You are, and always
will be, my beloved son.
With great affection and sincerity of Heart
Your Abba
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