The Last Word Is Love

What if God said sorry?

That question haunted me for years — a quiet ache beneath the surface of faith and doubt, of anger and hope. I kept turning it over, wanting to understand the silence that followed so much pain, the weight of sacred things that sometimes felt broken, hollow, or just... wrong.

The Last Word Is Love grew from those restless nights — from the fragments of prayers that never found a voice, from the stories of angels and sinners, prophets and the silenced, all speaking their truths in the shadows. It became a collection of confessional monologues, each poem a reckoning with the divine, a heartfelt apology whispered into the void.

This book is for anyone who has wrestled with faith that fails them, for those crushed by the trauma of religion’s cruel edges, for queer kids made invisible by churches that never saw their worth, and for anyone still searching for something sacred after the world has tried to convince them there is none.

Through haunted confessions, broken prayers, and furious psalms, The Last Word Is Love carries witness — it carries rage, tenderness, and the fierce light of resurrection. It’s not theology. It’s testimony.

Because sometimes, after everything, what we need most is to imagine a divine who could be wrong, who could say sorry, and who could end with love.

- Harper Hartwell.