I took a train to find God .

I took a train to find God .

I hadn’t spoken to God in years, so I boarded the train to find him. 

[Before I formed you in the womb, I knew You]

Yeah, it felt scripted as I was spirited away. The tracks clattered beneath like the pulse of an AI’s first dream, stretching toward a creation morning—where even the sun’s unsure whether to rise in joy... so it hesitates. I perspirate, and my face in the window showed all the phases shows (still) pride as I ride… too stubborn to call myself prodigal.

Fifteen years, six months, three lifetimes, one pandemic... would He be how I remembered him, or would he be an echo in the machine, filtered through the quantum fog of a fractured world?

Would I find Him, still spinning upon the face of the deep, as new as the first molecule of joy or as ancient as a volvulus yanked out from the belly of Afro futuristic kings?

The answer to that question is…

I wake up.

[And God saw everything that he had made, and, behold, it was very good]