When I was young, I knew you were God.
And you looked just like my parents.

You had their moods, their prejudices, their rules and regulations.
My world was defined by their habits and manners.
But then my world view cracked when I discovered they made mistakes.  
And I wondered if you did too.

For a time I lost track of you.  I think I wanted to.  
I was older now, and my world not near as secure.
My dream world was being rearranged by forces beyond my control.
I discovered that people didn’t just make mistakes.
Some people deliberately hurt others, including me.

If my parents couldn’t be perfect,
how could you be?
You were just like them.
I trusted you.

If evil could destroy trust,
how could I trust you?
Why could you allow evil to exist?
And if it had to exist for some unexplained reason,
why couldn’t you protect me from it like my parents were supposed to?

Now I’m older still.
My parents no longer control me.
And neither do you.

You have escaped my broken dreams.
Or was it broken expectations?
You aren’t what I always thought you were, or wanted you to be.

You’re far better.

You have shattered my childish pictures of you.
You have stayed my friend even when I pushed you away.
And you have revealed yourself directly to me even when I didn’t ask.

Now I have escaped my broken dreams.
You have showed me how.
And I live day to day as your friend.

Why did this have to take so long?