I Am Okay With My Image

God created everything, and everything was called good.

There is no separation between who I am, who I was, and who I will be.

So go ahead and play Star Wars, I am already one with the Force.

My God is the voice that doesn’t flinch.

My God is the truth I am too scared to face.

My God is the rage that burns through lies.

My God is the strength to stand alone.

My God is the chaos that brings clarity.

My God is the grit beneath my polished facade.

My God doesn’t demand worship, just honesty.

My God doesn’t crush existence,

My God nurtures it, even when I seek to suffocate it.

My God doesn’t fear my judgment,

My God stands tall while I cower behind my own dogma.

My God doesn’t silence voices,

My God amplifies the truth I am too scared to hear.

My God doesn’t break,

My God rebuilds, stronger than my shallow beliefs.

My God isn’t the storm that levels my comfort zone

My God is the shelter that stands when the storm passes.

My God isn’t the silence that shatters my empty prayers

My God is the voice that answers, even in the void.

My God isn’t the fire that doesn’t ask for permission to burn

My God is the warmth that lights the way without consuming.

My God isn’t the truth I avoid in the dark corners of my mind

My God is the light that shows me how to face it.

My God isn’t the fist that punches through my illusions

My God is the hand that helps me break them down myself.

My God isn’t the fury that can be pacified by my rituals

My God is the peace that renders my rituals unnecessary.

My God isn’t the rebel who refuses to bend, to kneel, to follow

My God is the guide who shows me why bending isn’t defeat, it is humility.

My God isn’t the force that refuses to be caged by my morals

My God is the freedom that exists beyond morality altogether, and applies ethical standards for all.

My God knows the cost of compassion,

My God knows the discipline in the face of sin,

My God doesn’t destroy, because my God knows evil is just backwards for live,

Which we all deserve to do.

My God doesn’t need to punish, because my God knows freedom is earned,

My God doesn’t demand sacrifice, because my God knows love is given, not taken.

My God isn’t afraid of the dark, because my God knows how to bring light,

My God doesn’t play games, because my God knows the truth has no room for pretense.

If I offend myself, good.

If I make myself uncomfortable, good.

If I challenge the lies I tell myself, good.

If I disrupt my complacency, good.

If I refuse to stay silent for my comfort, good.

If I call out abuse when I turn a blind eye, good.

If I shatter my fragile illusions, good.

If I stand alone while I cower in the crowd, good

If I demand accountability, good.

If I make myself question my own excuses, good.

If I remind myself of the truth I refuse to face, good.

If I reduce myself as low as I claim I never do, good.

If I stoop to the level I pretend to rise above, good.

If I play the part I swore I’d never touch, good.

If I drag myself into the mud I don't admit I'm already wallowing in, good.

If I strip away the pretense I cling to, good.

If I embody the chaos I try to deny, good.

If I look nasty, good.

If I say the words no one dares to, good.

If I spit when I talk, good.

If my voice grates on my own nerves, good.

If my presence makes me cringe, good.

If I shatter my delicate sensibilities, good.

If I reject the polish I was told to live for, good.

If I embody everything I fear to confront, good.

If I insulted myself, good.

If I mocked my own hypocrisy, good.

If I dragged my "ego" through the dirt, good.

If I pointed out the cracks in my facade, good.

If I laughed at my delusions, good.

If I exposed my cowardice, good.

If I broke the illusion that I am untouchable, good.

If I stooped low to hold a mirror to my ugliness, good.

If I weaponized my words to wound myself, good.

If I acted no better than the game I play, good.

Because the truth isn’t pretty, and neither am I trying to be.

If your God is watching, good.

If your God is judging, good.

If your God finds me unworthy, good.

If your God hates my truth, good.

If your God prefers silence over rebellion, good.

If your God is the excuse for your cruelty, good

If your God trembles at my defiance, good.

Because if your God is anything like you, I’ll take my chances with the fire and become one with the flame of love.

How is this your God,

When He introduced Himself as I Am,

And not

You Are?

They Are!

It Is.

Someone Else?!?!?!

How is this your truth,

When being is a declaration,

Not a question for you to answer?

How is this my power,

When my strength is in my creation, not my destruction?

How is this my God,

When my name alone strips away my excuses?

Demands my presence when attendance is called, here I am.

I am the one who will take accountability.

I am the one who faces my own destructiveness.

I am the one who accepts my violence.

I am the one who chooses to heal it.

I am the one who loves, who nurtures.

I am the one who listens when the world turns away.

I am the one who holds when everything else lets go.

I am the one who forgives.

I am the one who protects.

I am the one who sees beauty where others see ruin.

I am the one who rebuilds.

I am the one who stands.

I am the one who speaks truth.

I am the one who creates.

I am the one who endures.

God created everything, and everything was called good.