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I never met God with a crown or sitting on a throne. I met God in the middle of the street in the rain at 3AM begging for help with shaking hands. I met God at the top of a four-story building looking down thinking maybe some people were never meant to be saved. I met God sleeping alone in a room year after year while my mind slowly turned against me. I met God while a brown book sat untouched on a shelf collecting dust while I collected pain. I met God through addiction. Through depression. Through nights so dark I stopped recognizing myself in the mirror. I met God when everybody else left and all I had were my thoughts echoing back at me. I met God when I finally broke down enough to admit I could not carry this life alone anymore. Nobody told me faith would look like this. I thought God would feel like a church choir or sunlight through stained glass. Instead He felt like surviving another night I thought would destroy me. And somehow still waking up the next morning.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:37 PM UTC
I Met God
I never met God with a crown or sitting on a throne. I met God in the middle of the street in the rain at 3AM begging for help with shaking hands. I met God at the top of a four-story building looking down thinking maybe some people were never meant to be saved. I met God sleeping alone in a room year after year while my mind slowly turned against me. I met God while a brown book sat untouched on a shelf collecting dust while I collected pain. I met God through addiction. Through depression. Through nights so dark I stopped recognizing myself in the mirror. I met God when everybody else left and all I had were my thoughts echoing back at me. I met God when I finally broke down enough to admit I could not carry this life alone anymore. Nobody told me faith would look like this. I thought God would feel like a church choir or sunlight through stained glass. Instead He felt like surviving another night I thought would destroy me. And somehow still waking up the next morning.
I used to think faith would arrive in beautiful moments. But most of the time, I found God in loneliness, addiction, grief, empty rooms, and nights I thought would break me. This poem is about realizing sometimes faith isn’t found in perfection — it’s found in surviving long enough to finally look up.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:37 PM UTC
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