This is my goodbye prayer.
I know we haven't talked in a while, and I've neglected you for so long, but I'm here now.
For only a short while.
This is my goodbye prayer.
I don't know how to tell you this, but there's someone else.
Another god who I now believe in.

Another god whose Hell would feel better than any one of your seven Heavens.
Another god who guides me to the right way without making me light a Menorah.
No holy river can cleanse me of my sins.
I am cleansed only when He runs His hands over my body.
No pastor will listen to my late night confessions,
and no priest will absolve me from my sins.
I am forgiven only when He kisses my sins off my lips and body.

I will be worshipping Him. Confessing to Him. Fearing Him. Obeying Him. And loving only Him.
I will have one last conversation before I put my rug back where it was for years.
Even though I want to talk to you about how He makes me feel,
I'll only spill out what I'm thinking of you before I leave.
I never thought it would be this easy to let you go.
But I know you understand.
You've seen how much I changed already.
He is the god for me.

You know that no mosque,
and no wall,
no temple,
and no shrine
can make me feel the way I do when I kneel to His feet.
He is my god now and He will set me free.

This is my goodbye prayer.
I will stand on my dusty rug and whisper verses I haven't whispered in years,
but I will be thinking of what the verses in His book would sound like.
I will kneel on the ground for one last time, screaming "Forgive me" for kneeling to a god that isn't Him.

I will kneel for you one last time before falling to His feet and waiting for his commandments.
"I pray to and love you. Only you. Always you.
Please, mercy me. I will be a better believer and earn your Heaven. My penance will be served, God."

This is my goodbye prayer:
"Goodbye."