Sometime in 2011,
On a dimly lit night,
I gave my life to Christ;
ever since, we have been struggling for possession.
Even now, I can’t tell if I gave out of generosity
or curiosity.

Oftentimes, I wonder
how God puts up with boys like me,
because no matter how I grow, I’m always a child –
not the kind that the kingdom of heaven belongs to.

When I was seven,
I went to St Peter’s in search of God
but in his heart of heart,
my father believed God lives in the shrine.

In Shiroro,
the mullah said I could not know God
unless I stopped being an infidel.
Another day, a cleric said I’d walk straight
to hell
if I died then, because I prayed the rosary.

I’ve been growing
since my transfiguration at Mount Tabor,
and I think all you have to do to find God
is to be human.