The desire is complete now, has conceived a dreaded sin, has given birth to full destruction. What seemed a little selfish act to him who acted, grew to be a war; for pain runs deep and retribution is a difficult thing to turn from.
The flames burned bright until finally there was nothing left but ash – and the wreckage of that which once promised to be sweet.
We rarely think ahead of our own actions to what will come of all of it. God sees the end from the beginning, but us? We see very little. Perhaps in the brilliance of the flames we will finally see more clearly.
Artwork: Chesmenskiy Battle 1848 by Ivan Aivazovsky