#faithpoetry
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.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 9:53 PM UTC
God is a poet.
We wouldn’t understand sunlight without rain.
Every season, every chapter is written with purpose.
God is a mirror.
Everything we are is reflected back in time.
God is a mirror.
God is a poet.
And we are the page where both are written.
God is a mirror.
God is a poet.
God is in the quiet details we overlook.
Nothing is random, even what breaks us.
Pain is often a language we don’t understand yet.
Seasons are lessons dressed as time.
Some endings are just beginnings in disguise.
What we lose teaches us what we were holding onto.
Not everything that hurts is meant to destroy you.
Some things return only after you change.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 9:56 PM UTC