(metaphorically)

I never went to church. 
Yet I write about God. 
(metaphorically) 

I don’t know why 
I still capitalize the G.

A tourist crying in a cathedral, 
I feel like an imposter  

for wanting to be born aloft and broken down, 
by my ideology rather than
Him. 

There is such honesty in faith. 
I am a liar 

not for pretending to know God, 
but for denying
Them.