Divine

I am not an all-loving God.

I’m jealous and wrathful, bitter, preoccupied with regret.

I am a vain God. I dwell on other’s perceptions, whine and fret.

I am a weak God. I rant at trouble, finding it hard to set things right.

I have a God’s memory. I’ve been known to act from spite.

I am a paranoid God, wishing harm to those who slight me.

I am a distracted God, spending hours lost in fantasy.

I am a disrespectful God with no regard for authority.

I am a loving God. I find my friends among the outcast, the whores, the used.

I am a loving God, tender toward the kicked, the bruised, the battered.

I am a poor God. My clothes are torn. I sleep on other people’s floors.

Adoration, indifference, contempt: none of it matters.

For I am no one’s God but yours.