I found God in a hotel room;
He stumbled in
and enlightened me
although heavily intoxicated.
He awoke me from my stupor;
He wiped away
the slumber from my eyes
and spoke to me in slurred words.
The voices in my head became
fluent in a different language:
one of hope and promise.
He reminded me I was not alone.
When He was silent,
I cried out to Him, saying
“Why did you never
try to reach me before?”
He answered in a whisper:
“I’ve been calling you
all your life,
but you never listened to me.”
I thought back over my life
and realized He was right;
so many times He was there,
but my heart was elsewhere.
He was there when
my family abandoned me
and lovers rejected me,
when I thought I was all alone.
He was always with me
on the empty side of the bed
waiting patiently for me
to draw near and let Him hold me.
But I never did;
I was too stubborn,
too keen on being independent~
thinking I could do life on my own.
All these years, I was wrong.
He wasn’t the one who was lost,
I was—fallen, wayward,
just barely beyond His reach.
But that night,
I heard his voice loud and clear,
I grabbed His hand,
and I’m never letting go.