破碎，依然祈禱 Broken but still praying

她是一座裝置，齒輪精密，卻從未選擇過轉動的方向。

故障、碎裂。散落曠野。

信仰不要求完整——它從未在意殘缺。

鏽了的，掛著。 破了的，靠著。

將尚能合攏的，輕輕合上。

光的盡頭有什麼，她不知道。

但她仰起頭，為這樣的自己，開口了。

不是為了被聽見——

是帶上所有裂痕，

繼續走下去的，承諾。

She is a device of precise gears, yet she has never chosen the direction of her rotation.

Broken, shattered. Scattered across the wilderness.

Faith does not demand wholeness—it has never cared for the broken.

The rusted ones, hanging.The fractured ones, leaning.

Gently closing what can still be brought together.

What lies at the end of the light, she does not know.

But she lifts her head, and for a self like this, she speaks.

Not to be heard—

But as a promise, carrying every crack,

To keep walking forward.

不可化約的剩餘 Irreducible remainder

 

她朝向至高，呈交存在的全部，竭盡心力，相信自身已全然託付神聖。

然而並沒有。

仍然有那些的她，留在地面，即使她不覺得，不認為，不知道。

那些不可化約的剩餘，附著在她的信仰所化成的機構上，以最詭異的形狀，認為這些就是在天國中的自己。

阿們。

She oriented herself toward the Most High, surrendering the whole of her being. Striving with all her might, she believed her devotion to the sacred was absolute.

But it was not so.

There was still a part of her left upon the earth, unperceived, unacknowledged, and unknown to her.

Those irreducible residues clung to the institutions born of her faith. In the most grotesque shapes, they mistook themselves for her own reflection in the kingdom of heaven.

Amen.