The (perhaps) temporary hell

God always waits for us to change our mind:
to make these five, thirty, sixty, ninety years
of us bumbling around, trying to figure out what’s going on
be the lynch pin for the rest of eternity
seems a little unlike the God I know

© Meisaan Chan

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