on the verge

Am I who I was?
Can I be her, but better?
I have experienced more
I have seen more
I know more.

Who was I, and why did I un-become her?
She was judgmental.
In the quiet she wondered
Is He really there?
Is His care real?
How do I know?

In every other facet of life
I sought to know more
To know the intimate details
Of the how and why and the what ifs
How could I not apply the same fact-finding logic
To a God who “says” I am, therefore, you believe?