priestess you have found me shameful in my wanting my sin, your stubbed toe you curse me in ways I have never heard - but I found God - I found God in the silence of quiet night time street and the bathroom floor God came into the restaurant once he didn’t tip but he did turn all the water into wine God sleeps by the bus shelter and asks for cigarettes God is an old insane man in the halfway house he sells me his piano CD’s for five bucks a pop I read his libretto once, it was alright God is a family man - a father but every Friday night around 630 PM you can find him at the bar, because a guy has to cut loose sometimes God asked me for directions to the Garden of Eden and sleeps with a night light Oh priestess, I know you lament your long lost husband in long forgotten altars to the old world just know he’s out there always in the last place you look