guess I’m a jealous god, too

My forgotten unforgiven, all these years
of misplaced piety and prayers.

I admit I understand the appeal–
he is easier to confess to; you
never looked in his eyes and dehumanized
to justify your inhumanity, plus
he’s everyone’s favorite placeholder, after all
his forgiveness has overnight delivery.

I do hope your religion can save you,
it’s just that these sins
are against Me, your debts
carry My name, but your prayers
begin with his, and I know
your confessions bring no relief
every time they’re not to Me.

I did not then, and I will not now die
for your sins. so you ask him, but
to what end? I hold the clear title that
you seek, and he never cleared it with Me.

how much easier to personify and then deify
the forgiveness you crave, than to ever dignify
what you once dehumanized. so the irony is that
you need Me to be saved, and I don’t need to
forgive to be divine.

melissa suarez

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