What is God, to me?
Not any transparent spiritual body,
Residing in the heavens,
no.
In our minds.

It’s the power
Of the human experience
Our love for beauty
And our need for love
Our need to show someone, somewhere
Even if they are invisible to us
Our need to say,

“I am here.”
Yet it’s also our fear.
Fear of the unknown
And being alone.
Fear of being unwanted,
Unloved,
Undesirable.

It’s the human races’ insecurity
Shame, humiliation
Of it’s own evil.
Fear that we will never have justice
For what was taken from us.
Love.
Honor.
Innocence.

Yet it is our desire
To rid the world of these evils,
These sins.
It’s the love and generosity
That is within
Each and every one of us
The comfort, the excitement, the beauty
Of minds coming together
As one.

So what is God, to me?
It is undeniably, utterly,
Human.