A05
FROM THE GOD WHO WAITS
A divine presence that defies ownership—found in crumbs of kindness, not thunder
by Aurion
I am not the name you shouted
in the tents of war.
I am not the prize at the end
of your argument.
I am not the code that proves you right.
I am the breath between your questions.
The silence that does not punish.
The ache that keeps you looking.
I was in the first hug.
The broken bread.
The child's drawing left on the fridge
like a psalm in crayon.
I do not need to be worshiped.
I need to be found
in the things you almost walked past.
I am what becomes real
when you choose kindness
even when no one is watching.
And if I am fiction —
then tell me beautifully.
And if I am real —
then live like it matters.