Sometimes I can still feel the acrid smell of burning flesh, and see the flames of God’s terrible wrath. I saw what happened on the day of desolation and heard our neighbor’s screams. Imprisoned in this rock of bitter salt, I saw my husband growing old, I saw my daughters incestuously plagued, but still this foundation of religious zeal. I’ve seen wars and persecutions. I’ve been a powerless observer of this world, where all of Sodom’s sins have since redoubled. I still regret, I still repent, for when I disobeyed and turned around, and forever parted with my husband Lot.
For me the image of Lot’s wife came immediately. And once an idea is stuck there’s no way back. I’m curious if anyone else came up with the same.
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March 5, 2014