I am safe when I'm with him.
He is like a time machine, zipping me through the never-ceasing dimensions of time, all the while protecting me in his bossom. He is with me always; the first to rescue me in time of need, to bring me to a better place, to enter unseen territories, to rescue me from cops, and to even rescue my friends...
He has helped me reach goals, brave new destinations, achieve things I could never have achieved.
He could determine the end of my life if he wanted, but he has so far found me worthy of living.
I have beaten him, abused him, starved him, yelled at him, hurt him, and ignored him. I don't deserve him.
But he's still there for me, unconditionally...willing to carry me through every new day; to take on adventures, any of them, and remain by my side.
Some days he is all I have to talk and cry with. And, he sings to me, with a hundred different voices...whatever voice to match my mood. On other days, he gives me peace and guarded solitude when I need to collect my thoughts.
He is the silent listener to thousands of conversations of good times and bad; of moments of romance, grief, of many random events that life provided...
Though he doesn't ask, I also share my gifts, small in comparison, with him when I can.
We are symbiotic in our relationship. I love him.
Am I talking about God? That's an interesting thought; an interesting metaphor, even. Maybe...
But, no. Unlike God, he cannot last forever:
He is like a time machine, zipping me through the never-ceasing dimensions of time, all the while protecting me in his bossom. He is with me always; the first to rescue me in time of need, to bring me to a better place, to enter unseen territories, to rescue me from cops, and to even rescue my friends...
He has helped me reach goals, brave new destinations, achieve things I could never have achieved.
He could determine the end of my life if he wanted, but he has so far found me worthy of living.
I have beaten him, abused him, starved him, yelled at him, hurt him, and ignored him. I don't deserve him.
But he's still there for me, unconditionally...willing to carry me through every new day; to take on adventures, any of them, and remain by my side.
Some days he is all I have to talk and cry with. And, he sings to me, with a hundred different voices...whatever voice to match my mood. On other days, he gives me peace and guarded solitude when I need to collect my thoughts.
He is the silent listener to thousands of conversations of good times and bad; of moments of romance, grief, of many random events that life provided...
Though he doesn't ask, I also share my gifts, small in comparison, with him when I can.
We are symbiotic in our relationship. I love him.
Am I talking about God? That's an interesting thought; an interesting metaphor, even. Maybe...
But, no. Unlike God, he cannot last forever:
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