WHO DOES GOD PRAY TO?

 Who does God pray to—  

on the nights when even divinity feels thin,  

when the silence in the heavens  

rings louder than any hymn ever written?


Maybe even gods have moments  

where their hands shake  

over the worlds they’ve made.  

Maybe even omnipotence  

has a pulse that stutters  

when the weight of every unanswered plea  

presses too hard against its ribs.


Who does God pray to  

when the universe won’t quiet down,  

when every star is a responsibility,  

when every life is a question  

and every question is a wound?


Maybe He kneels, too—  

not above us,  

but beside us,  

whispering into the dark  

the same way we do  

when we think no one is listening.


Maybe He prays to the part of Himself  

that still remembers being lonely.  

Maybe He prays to the first spark,  

the one that lit everything  

and asked for nothing in return.  

Maybe He prays to the echo  

of His own beginning—  

the soft, trembling moment  

before creation had a name.


Or maybe—  

and this is the part that haunts me—  

maybe God prays to us.  

To the fragile, stubborn creatures  

who keep choosing love  

in a world that keeps breaking.  

To the ones who rise again  

without wings or miracles,  

just grit and grief  

and a heartbeat that refuses to quit.


Maybe God looks at us  

and hopes we’ll keep going.  

Maybe we are His reminder  

that even the infinite  

needs something to believe in.


— LR💜

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