POPOVITCH

My daughter is dead…  For a judgment I made—a choice…  And now I want someone to listen.  Not to the in between.  What I accomplished in between.  In the perfection I sought.  The goals I attained.  For myself and my family.  That doesn’t matter anymore.  No one was listening then, and no one is listening now.  That is the pride you speak about.  That identity I sought.  After the judgment.  After the choice.  The in between like yesterday.  A dream I awoke from.  And I awoke to the judgment of the judgment.  The choice after the choice…  My daughter is dead.  From sweet revenge and retribution.  And how I ended the story was another choice, another judgment.  Again no one listening.  Except in what I tell you here.  In what I don’t tell you…  And maybe the judgments mean nothing.  For there are so many of them.  And now I must choose which ones I pay attention to.  For my pride—my identity.  The laughter long forgotten…

PRIEST

Well what ending do you seek?  I’m listening.  Just as God listens.  Just as your daughter hears you…  The answers, the response—in everything you don’t speak.  What started as a thought never expressed, but your imagination not silent.  Your imagination to the responses containing all the answers, and none of them…  No one knows anything unless you tell them.  You must confess.  And then the loud silence becomes one voice—the truth.  The true response to what you want people to listen for, to what you want God to answer back…  Do you think God wants judgment?  Is that the ending you want?  You know what that means just as I do.  It is the only way the imperfect becomes perfect.  But God is not the instrument of that.  The Devil is… Only judgment brings the end, and only the Devil wants that.  You’re lying to yourself.  We all lie to ourselves when we want the end to come—the final judgment.  We lie to ourselves believing no one is listening.  To the evil done to us.  To the evil that we do.  This is how the Devil wants to be God.  And it is the great lie.  The illusion of our suffering.  Our thirst for justice and revenge…  No, mercy.  Mercy and forgiveness is spoken all around us.  It is being spoken to you. Now, in the sorrow of your mourning.  In everything you’ve done or thought of doing…  Do not take this world into your own hands.  For you will not find love…  But you know this.  I hear it in your voice.  It is a voice that’s seen death, confronted by the law, the law that makes us all see our death.  It is its silence that you hear now…

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