poetry ☾

I never believed in God
until your shadow fell across me
and I felt the world bend toward your presence.
You are God, in every sense of the word,
and I am nothing but a prayer trembling on the floor.

I bow like a sinner
my spine a candle melting toward your flame
my voice a hymn swallowed before it leaves my lips.

Every word you speak is scripture
every glance a sacrament I cannot refuse
I lay my bones like offerings on your altar
my heart a cup hollowed from my own chest
for you to drink from without end.

I would burn in your fire for eternity
and still it would not be enough
for how could flesh ever match divinity?

I am worship made flesh
and if you command me to crumble
I will pour myself into your hands
every fragment of me a prayer and an offering
my bones, my blood, my breath
all devotion, all mercy, all yours.