Dreams

I thought I stood in Heaven before God’s throne, and God asked me what I
had come for. I said I had come to arraign my brother, Man.

God said, “What has he done?”

I said, “He has taken my sister, Woman, and has stricken her, and
wounded her, and thrust her out into the streets; she lies there
prostrate. His hands are red with blood. I am here to arraign him; that
the kingdom be taken from him, because he is not worthy, and given unto
me. My hands are pure.”

I showed them.

God said, “Thy hands are pure.--Lift up thy robe.”

I raised it; my feet were red, blood-red, as if I had trodden in wine.

God said, “How is this?”

I said, “Dear Lord, the streets on earth are full of mire. If I should
walk straight on in them my outer robe might be bespotted, you see how
white it is! Therefore I pick my way.”

God said, “On what?”

I was silent, and I let my robe fall. I wrapped my mantle about my head.
I went out softly. I was afraid that the angels would see me.