Give me a god who is Love
not like pink cutout butterflies
on the sad cinder block walls of
a Sunday school daycare
but like how you can’t sleep at 2 a.m.
remembering the first time you
tasted your girlfriend
or how you run inside during a
thunderstorm because you don’t
want to get struck by lightning or
when your foot can no longer
touch the bottom of the ocean
and you panic because
it’s all Just Too Big
don’t offer me your supermarket
god picked out to match your
buttercup kitchen curtains
give me a god who dances
naked and scandalously
in the rain
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Give me a god who is Love
not like pink cutout butterflies
on the sad cinder block walls of
a Sunday school daycare
but like how you can’t sleep at 2 a.m.
remembering the first time you
tasted your girlfriend
or how you run inside during a
thunderstorm because you don’t
want to get struck by lightning or
when your foot can no longer
touch the bottom of the ocean
and you panic because
it’s all Just Too Big
don’t offer me your supermarket
god picked out to match your
buttercup kitchen curtains
give me a god who dances
naked and scandalously
in the rain
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