AN EXPLORATION OF GOD, FAITH, AND LOVE

I questioned if God was real once and the answer came in coordinates:

[31° 46' 25.79" N, 35° 13' 27.60" E]

it traced to a hill where i found a dangling man suspended by nails, his ribs cracked open like an offering. They called it sacrifice, called it love, called it a necessary evil.

but I wonder if anyone ever asked him if he 'wanted' to be the proof of their faith.

I am told to seek him, and beg for forgiveness, so I look for God in places love should exist. But, I found him in the maggots feasting on the remains of what used to be tender, in the stench of promises that turned rancid and in the decay of every "I love you" left too long unsaid.

by Kalliope and Morvain