sacrificium Dei

Everything submits to the Divine, naturally.

The tree grows and bends its branches, its leaves growing in due season. It is in perfect submission to God.

The soil, the air, the rain. The leopard, the mountain bear. The comet, the asteroid. All are as they have been made to be.

Everything submits, except the human.

It only has the choice to submit. The choice to live the paradox that true freedom comes from true obedience. But the human is racked be fear and enmity, with God, self, and neighbor.

The human alone knows that it knows. It is the source of fear and inspiration, hope and sorrow.

What is left? What else is there? Who will sacrifice the heart?