At The Very Bottom

I did not find You in stained glass or sunlight. I found You in the undertow. When prayer curled inward. When silence bruised. When I forgot how to speak. You weren't waiting. You were already weeping beside me. I was sharp edges, half wanting rescue, half wanting to vanish. But You stayed. Not with answers— with presence. Some find You in the song. I found You in the split. In the gasp between I can't and please. You didn't lift me. You let me sink until surface no longer mattered. And when all I had left was ache— You called it enough. That's where I found You. At the bottom. Where even light let go.