And there will be tears filled to its highest salinity
and masks melting with every confession of sin

When God came down to judge our insecurities,
our cancerous thoughts that slowly rip our untouched *****,
where we usually hide our true prayers,

When He came yesterday

to blow away the golden cornfields of a child's memories,

to set fire on the marshlands where one notices the roots
of the trees facing up, grasping, reaching,
and pulling for air that is polluted with God's smoke,

to bring a thousand faceless angels coming not to guard our souls,
but rather to shatter time into
a thousand little paused moments to keep for themselves

God stands

in my very own Judgement Day

Hm.

Where was he last week?
When I was crying tears filled with its highest salinity
and I melted with every confession of sin.

Where was God?