I need a God that I can get behind
So when I look into the eyes of devastation, I can say “God loves you” and won’t feel like i’m lying
what kind of love lets humans have their way?
I don’t like to say “i’m praying for you” because its not true
but also because my prayers are so flaccid
I talk to God
ask Him every question a good journalist would. or yell at him really quietly so he doesn’t smite me
either way He pleads the fifth
and I feel my cheeks warm because either i’m insane for believing or i’ve been unfaithful
Sometimes, when i’m desperate, I ask him for favors, usually world peace, and this makes me feel better
I repent
Then I open my eyes and He’s not there
because i’m blind? or a raving lunatic?
Sometimes I stumble across something of the Transcendent and I feel God flick my bones
an empty street
my nephew’s laugh
a summer thunderstorm
my father’s wrinkled hands
the smell of pine trees
a vulnerable body
lukewarm tea
Then I know.
But if there is Love behind this crazy mess how can He just sit there while we shatter
I call my mother and the earth mama
I call God dear and sometimes mystery man
I would never call my mama a bad name
I don’t think God’s a man
But men have hurt me and loved me and understood me better than most other genders so it seems reasonable
God, if you’re listening–
I wonder how many times that’s been said–
I can’t help but believe in you
but I don’t know how to know you
how to be okay with your tolerance
Teach me your ways
or better yet,
change them.