My phone is filled with confessions,
every word, every line, a devotion.
All of it is part of a conversation
I have with God in every prayer session.
I always told Him about you—
He knows how deeply I admire you.
In every prayer I ever made,
your name was always included,
and I know it’s been heard
a hundred times over.
Maybe one day
you’ll stumble upon one of my poems.
Read it slowly.
Don’t linger too long on the imagery—
look instead for the lesson,
for the quiet growth
of a poet’s love
learning how to act.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
My phone is filled with confessions,
every word, every line, a devotion.
All of it is part of a conversation
I have with God in every prayer session.
I always told Him about you—
He knows how deeply I admire you.
In every prayer I ever made,
your name was always included,
and I know it’s been heard
a hundred times over.
Maybe one day
you’ll stumble upon one of my poems.
Read it slowly.
Don’t linger too long on the imagery—
look instead for the lesson,
for the quiet growth
of a poet’s love
learning how to act.
For JILP
