Time Difference

He was your Sunday morning ritual

You blessed him with your lips and spoke in tongues to his soul.

On bended knee you catered to his insecurities and rejoiced at the feeling…

The feeling of feeling something so powerful it is comparable to the God they told you about.

Something that moves mountains with the faith of a mustard seed

But he doesn’t like mustard... that’s OK too because he was your Sunday morning ritual

You were his Saturday night adventure

He danced through your heart without watching his steps.

He turned the music louder to drown out your praise, he pre-gamed at home and always showed up late to the event.

His breath wreaked of discontent and he is still amazed that you never noticed it.

And while you prayed to him he made deals with the devil while using you as leverage.

My, what a difference a few hours can make!