called home

I openly recognize 
That my spirituality
And my obsession with God
Is only there because
I know longing for death
To escape this life
For a better one

I must admit
I feel sorry for those
Who’ve yet to feel yearning
For deaths warm embrace
I only imagine that
It must be harder
To hear the quiet
Quiet voice of God
Without the screams of
Death trying to overcome Him

Yes, I know
It’s a sin
For me to taunt
My Father, Lord, and Creator
With taking the life
That He has crafted
And I’ve been gifted

But oh,

Oh God, Oh God!
I love to hear
You fight for me
And call me back home

3/26/2025

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