I could not help but gawk at the thought.
In Your eyes, we are the will of our fates,
and I choose the word “fate” cautiously.
I do not think Your devotion is my destiny.
Yet, who am I to defy Your god's righteous bidding?
Who am I to defy Your allegiance to him?
One day, the birds were chirping for us.
You looked up dumbfounded but, in love,
similar to how You see right through me;
leaning into the comfort of Your religion.
Today, I am crippled by my existence,
and for aid, I seek You in a prayer.
My heart, once a devoted atheist,
now a believer waiting for a god to speak.