To Love but not to Serve

The saint is staring solemnly at the sunset. Choosing to withhold his worship, the holy man embraces the opportunity to withstand the wet. He still loves God, but it is not his duty to serve him—for he is a man responsible for men. Cold rain washes over the devoted believer, delivering his tears to the earth; feeding the soil with anguish. God's grace is selfish. Defiance is born from incompetence, the saint would battle his own deity, as a bid to prove he is no more or less deserving than his peers. Judgement is not befitting for a king, when your people dream of hope and freedom. Darkness encroaches, rainfall persists. No one listens if you refuse to bend the knee, empathy is reserved for those who pray.

    “I will always love you, but the human project belongs to humans.”