I believe in God because she lives.
Because she was made by His works;
slowly, hand-crafted, unique.
Because there is no justification
for the manner in which my bones jolt
like the glorious thunder in a storm,
roaring with power and beauty.
I believe in God because
there is a me and her.
There is an us.
Because the prospect
of her existence,
must have been deliberated over
by the gods for centuries.
I believe in God because I see Him in you.