A Room With No Corners

I built a room with no corners.

No shadows. No shame.

Built the walls like tall towers

to hide all my blame.

I didn't pray with soft language.

I yelled from my core.

I questioned His existence...

yet stared at the door

I wired the ceiling

with counterfeit light.

I spoke like I knew Him..

and hid from His sight.

He stood at the edge...

no judgment, no shove.

Just holding His blueprints...

and bricks made of love.

And when my walls crumbled

without my consent,

He stepped through the dust...

with quiet intent.

He offered no sermon,

unfolded no plan.

He simply knelt in my silence...

.....and then He began.