by Jaiden Shaw
Sometimes I question religion, more specifically God
Sometimes I question God because I have a lot more respect for Him than I’d care to admit
Because I continue to capitalize His name like it’s an offense if I didn’t
I find myself drawn back to this same place over and over again
I see perfect timing and think of fate because there must be some divine intervention for me to
still be here despite making a colossal mistake of my life
I see the parallel between God making beauty through the chaos
The original poet
and then me and my poetry trying to make beauty through the chaos and trauma of my life
And I ask myself, is this not worship?
Proof that everything leads back to God because what is more poetic then trying to emulate God
through creationism
For I have created and is that not worship?
My body subconsciously leading itself back to Him and is that not worship?
Does that not say optimism lives in my veins and this body is the home of a living vibrant spirit
I’ve never felt closer to God than this.
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