Why do you hate me?
5-11-2008
The soul stands on top of a protruding rock. The rock pointing towards heaven as if it is reaching out for God. Dark clouds fills the sky, and sounds of thunder emanates from the chasms above. The sight of doom and gloom, the absence of God.
With a raised arm and fist closed, the soul wails out and screams with despair and anger: “God! Why do you hate me so?”
And she ask: “I don’t know why you hate me so much”.