He’s answering every single prayer I’ve said.

Slowly and deliberately.

Waiting for me to catch up, and then commencing.

He’s not a God of madness, no.
But there is certainly a bit of madness afoot.

He spins my worlds, juggling them with expert timing that feels almost too late,
but then reveals itself not to be.

I initially thought, don’t trust this.
Whatever this is, do not trust it.

He whispers to me… why not?

And I am seduced once again into wonder, miracle, and an awe that hurts,
it’s so different from anything I’ve ever felt before.