God, if there is one, is testing me again.
My denial has not sat well,
And this feels like some sort of revenge
To teach me about my need—
My need to follow, on bended knee.
God’s will.
How dare I take risks and believe?
When there’s an axe waiting to cleave
My heart and leave
Me bereft?
The odds seem impossible,
Yet hopeful—
Insanity mixed with reality.
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