Sometimes I go to church
And stare up at the deity in
The stained glass window
With a halo over his head
And start to wonder
What he thinks about
All the madness
In my life
And then I start to question if
The craziness was
Part of the plan.
That perhaps he wanted
To send me on this path
Through ill health
To give me enlightenment
That this was the catalyst
For what had awoken me
From my atheistic spell
And brought me closer
To him.