Currently, I’m dumbfounded by the attention and devotion that God shows towards me. He found me, neglected, unwanted, broken, and dirty. And he simply went nuts to get my soul. And now that he has it, though I’ve failed him, he has never failed me. He should have left long ago, but he didn’t. Instead, he stuck with me and changed me. What on earth would make him love me, this God whose words brought the stars into existence? What a peculiar obsession indeed.
The poem reads as follows:
When he saw me broken,
He went berserk.
I never saw him again
After that.
I don’t know why he would
Do that for me.
But I hope to see him
And tell him, “Thanks.”
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