On God's God

When You told me You believed in god

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.