How I wonder.

I wonder what you felt like when you told your friends that you would die soon, and they just brushed it off like you were being silly.

I wonder what it felt like to possess a power to destroy the earth, but instead you loved & served it.

I wonder what it felt like to pray so hard that you sweat blood. How at that time you wished at least one person would pray with you, but they didn't.

I wonder what it felt like to tell your dearest loved ones of great news you had;  to bring glory & beauty, but they just gave you blank stares.

I wonder if you cried deep down inside when one of your best friends swore he'd never leave you. yet he did.

I wonder what it was like to not have anyone believe anything you said.

I wonder what it was like to know that everyone wanted you dead.

I wonder how lonely you felt, when you craved for at least one to understand.

I wonder if I would have eaten some fried chicken if satan tempted me like the way he did with You in the forest. Actually, I would have. I would have asked him to bring Hometown Buffet on over.

I wonder how I sometimes make a big deal out of a papercut--when you had quite a few. On your back. Just x1000 times bigger. And deeper.

I wonder how it feels to create a being, and it serves & loves you in return.

I wonder how it feels to create a being, when it doesn't serve & love You in return.

I wonder how it feels to love a being, when it doesn't serve & love You in return.

I wonder how it feels create a being, who doesn't even believe that You exist.

I wonder how it feels to create a being, love a being, have a relationship with a being, and make yourself known to a being... who lives like you don't exist.

How I wonder.