You saw me before anyone saw me.
You know me better than I know myself.
I have no secrets from You.
I still reckon I'm Jonah sometimes.
But even the acidified dampness deep in the heart of the ocean
Cannot hide me from You.
You cling me with a strength that cannot be overcome,
A magnetar that has an impossible hold on me.
You made me Yours, and it took death to do that.
And You – down there in fire and anguish,
With shame on Your torn back that pulled You down with insurmountable gravity –
You did that for me.
Why?
I suppose it's Who You are.
Obsessed with bad people on a speck
in an unfolding Universe, rife with quantum foam and hidden dimensions,
even though You shine brighter than a supernova
and encompass more than any mind could stretch to.
But I am Yours.
And You – why? I can't understand it –
Have made Yourself mine.
