God
is in the details
the small things
the all things
But
this world has been ripped open and taped back together
so many times by so many shaky hands
this God
is decaying
and leaking
corrosive hazardous waste
this God
is the church
a flying buttress steadying obscenely high towers
arrogantly looking down
over pince-nez glasses
God
is a crusade
of blood soaked fabric and armor
stinking
of sweat and greed
God
is abortion clinic bombers
fundamentalists with signs that tell women
their only worth
is their ability to act as incubator
God
is carefully rehearsed rhetoric
spewing out of the corner
of tobacco stained lips
permanently fixed
in a hateful sneer
God
is an imaginary friend
that talks to you
through a magic book
which you follow with reckless abandon
without question
shedding autonomy and self off
like so many itchy sweaters
God
is Michelangelo's bearded white God
muscled and toned and Zeus-like
in all of his narrow-minded
homophobic
misogynistic
glory
God
is convenient faith
on sunday
and hypocrisy
on monday
But
God
should be a story
God should be magical
and should not be in a bible
or in monotone voices
singing in apathetic unison
God is a
That
A She
An Us
A We
Not them
Not one
But all
God
is actually a black mystic hippie cowgirl with a beautiful laugh
driving a blue pick up
with a beat up guitar and a mountain of books
pouring out the back
She
is a story
Ancient and beautiful
Magical and infinite
Singing with open eyes
about stars and death
love and pain
but always smiling
