When God Comes Home

He is the fallen trees of the forest, the unrelenting rain of a storm; the shattered sunlight when darkness was closing in. ‘A man of nothing,’ he calls himself. Still, somehow she finds him beautiful; somehow she loves him. Yet she cannot pinpoint the moment of when she first began loving him. Was it when he whispered her name with more love than she had ever heard before, when her mother died all those months ago? Or was it when he took her hand and each of them danced like the world was falling around them; as if a god had granted them reprieve from the end… It is impossible to tell, but to her it seemed as if she had loved him forever. That she will love him forever.

And sometimes she wonders if there is a God out there; one that hides in the darkness, spinning stories made of light. A God that grins as he watches their own unfold. Still, some have said that God is love, but she believes otherwise. She believes that he is love, and if God is love then he is God and she will love again when God comes home once more.