believe in the Edges of God.
that is my limit on the whole question of Creed.
don't believe in a God storming out of the clouds
smiting me to smithereens if I am bad.
don't believe in a God who would wake me up,
me to my bed and give me bleeding sores
my palms and my feet,
less my side.
that to your general practitioner!)
don't believe in a God who would instruct me
slay infidels or displace peaceful people
I can have a Motherland.
don't believe in a God who has nothing better to do
visit bedrooms around the globe
(literally) illicit love.
don't believe in a god who frets
who wins the next election.
don't believe in a God who believes in 'abomination'.
believe in the edges of God--
soft parts, the tender pieces--
feathers and the fur of God.
do believe in the ears of God,
stick out—cartoon like—on the edges of God's Being.
myself, listen and listen
then listen some more
the Still, Small Voice.
believe in God's nose—prominent and distinctively
in my belief--
smell trouble from time to time
imagine God sniffs it out too.
toenails and fingernails of God--
something I can hold onto,
there's something to believe in as well.
hair—full, luxurious, without need of gel or conditioner,
up the Temple, heaven, the whole universe!
can believe in God's hair.
edges shine and blink and reflect color.
edges are like the little brook,
out the woods just beyond the tire swing,
what used to be my grandmother's land.
edges are like the voices of old friends,
lovers, people long gone but not forgotten.
edges are not sharp or angled.
edges of God are well worn by practice
prayer and forgotten possibilities
to be remembered.
edges are like the wrists of someone
don't quite recall but can't ever remove from your heart.
edges are rimmed and circled
bracelets of paradox and happenstance
accidents with meaning.
is edged with sunshine,
fallen apples, crushed beneath your feet
the bees hovering around them.
edges hold storm clouds too--
Storm of the Century coming fast,
and tornadoes, spinning out of control.
from God's hands—now there's an edge of God
ponder, reach for, then snatch your hand away.
bleeding is an astonishing thought.
bleeding can help my unbelief.
most, most of all,
edges of God are God's tears.
of frustration, longing, loss, deep pain,
joy, wonder and astonishment--
that heal and relieve and comfort...
disturb the Cosmos.
what I believe in: