Sometimes I wish I had God.
Any God will do.
The big booming voice to say:
Squeeze my hand, this is going to hurt
cosmic beard that I can nestle in
put cucumbers over my eyes
and pretend it's Sunday morning forever
In that static electric grey cloud
where I can hiss at the wicked
and hum at the meek.

Sometimes I wish I had Religion.
Sometimes I envy those who do.
Bartender, I'll take one of what they're having!

Everyone needs something to take the edge off, right?

But then I see the commandments
written in the fables of children
I see holiness in the eyes of my lover
and forgiveness in the silence of my friends.
My family is my flock,
no- the whole world is my flock
and I am all lamb and leader
and leaf
a trinity
drifting

through an endless river of love.

I am Godless.
I have no Religion.

But I am blessed by divinity.