The Divine

I believe in the Divine.
I have loved her deeply.
I know her night-time prayers.
As she prayed to Her god
I worshipped my own.

I have known the Divine.
I have hated Her deeply,
loathing Her devout faith.
Jealous it was not my own;
envious of Her hope.

god’s love knows the Divine;
mutual salvation.
I have no such havens.
I walk through the shadows,
toiling in the darkness.

I may find Her divine
and his supposed glory.
Still, I am assured that
I will never forget
Her beauty; my Divine.