Is it at all possible for your soul to be lifted up out of the flames that consumed your body in the crematorium? Only ashes now, as a keepsake that I can not understand, for our treasure is in heaven, and your soul is unbound, by the constraints of the body. Yet, the question remains of your place in Olam Haba, or consignment to an eternity of the unending pain and suffering that you had hoped to escape.
Washed up on the shores of life, abandoned by the ships that pass by, and only comforted by the sun – its rays giving warmth to the soul.
Is this not the existential truth discovered by all who seek more than what this world has to offer? The dark night will claim the soul, until released into the light.
Transformation begins when the soul, untethered by the sins of yesteryear, may fly above the flood of emotions, the yearnings of the heart, the clinging to the past, and fallen expectations; all the crushed hopes, unrecognized dreams, unrealized ambitions, and beautiful sadness of forbidden pleasures.
Then, the soul is free to explore within the confines of Eden, without touching the admixture of good and evil that taunts our discernment, and taints our decisions without mercy, because sin seeks to rule us; yet, the godly soul must climb above all that hinders its sanctity.