I'm so tired.
I hate my shame.
I want to fall at your feet and cry.
And maybe be free.
God I need you.
My being thirsts for real life
and to be freed from all that is trite.
I hate how all of these words feel hollow
and empty,
less than nothing and without meaning.
I miss the days of sun and light
because now I hide.
I hide from the horrors of the light
because of how it burns
and makes life light.
Being hollow burns too.
It's just life, you know?

God is in the Rain

God is in the rain,
Jesus is too.
He's in the rain drops that fall
on the sinners and the saints,
the rapists and perverts too.

He is in the water that forms and falls
giving life to all,
even the crack addicts and prostitutes too.
He falls to redeem us all,
luckily the religious philanthropists are included.