My God, the gambler

Take me to the beginning of our relationship,
when You knew me and I was unaware of You.

When Your love coursed through my conception,
when You formed me with Your hands
still freckled with the dust of galaxies.

I was your next masterpiece.
You wove my heartstrings into a golden tapestry
intricate, delicate, corrodible.

Before I could perceive a thing, You knew it all.
And so, I was housed in Your temple,
though I knew it not, and my very life was worship.

But there was a sacrifice of life to birth my soul.
A rage stronger than any rapids ramming
nails with a force greater than Thor’s hammer.

Innocent flesh mutilated to save my ignorant life
from the stains I willfully would allow
to rust out my integrity.

There You were with a perfect hand,
yet still a risky gamble-You bet the highest possession
uncertain whether I would ever accept Him.

For to create life, You had to end one.
Because Your love had to allow a restoration.

When we first met it was across a poker table.


About megannet

I am a self-motivated multimedia journalist seeking a career in the creative film and documentary industry. I am a recent graduate of Kent State University with a B.S. in Broadcast Journalism.

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