Faith in Fragments
Born into verses, bound by a creed,
Where love felt like a heresy, a seed
Too wild, too wrong, too out of place,
I wore their teachings like a mask on my face.
A child they named, a daughter they’d raise,
But my truth whispered louder than their praise.
A son I became, though their love turned cold,
In their eyes, my salvation was something to hold.
Their God is a gatekeeper, stern and severe,
But I search for divinity somewhere near.
Could grace still exist in a love they despise,
Or is their heaven a place built on lies?
I see Christ in the outcast, the broken, the poor,
Not in the locks they place on the door.
I hear Him in whispers of love without shame,
Not in their chants that reduce me to blame.
Yet, their words weigh heavy, their verses like chains,
Binding my heart to inherited pains.
If I am a sinner, then so is my soul,
For seeking a love that feels like I’m whole.
But what if their faith has misheard the divine?
What if their God sees this heart of mine?
A man who loves men, yet still seeks the light,
Wrestling with shadows in the depths of the night.
I won’t pray for forgiveness for who I became,
For the love I have found, for shedding their shame.
If their heaven excludes me, I’ll build my own,
Where love is the gospel and kindness the throne.
Faith may be fractured, but it’s still mine to keep,
In the quiet of doubt, where questions run deep.
For in the chaos of searching, I find something true—
A God who is love, and who loves me too.
-Aurelian
