for all the promises once made—
that God would come in power
to set me free—it never happened.

i was expecting a thunderstorm,
or at least the odd car crash,
to shake me from my chains.

i heard all about identity
and truth and the personal
relationship with Jesus.

but it never worked. and I fled.
and i found that identities aren’t
stable, that truth is a label.

i found Jesus had left us, departing
beyond the sky, leaving us alone
with the flame. the hope. love.

and the Spirit of the silences.