A God

There will always be a God 

in mind, wondering out loud,

“What do I do with them?”

They preach on the hill,

they sweat in the sauna, 

they proceed through stop signs

and drag on their broken wagons.

The shopping cart of life’s

gotta be filled with sand bags,

and just a little bit of money,

according to my older brother.

He said, “Nobody pockets riches

by selling gold on the street,”

and I might as well believe him–

for it’s God that looks up,

looks in at birds flying high

and you know how his dove

will find you, opening your mind

first to the sun

our knowledge as hidden 

as our secrets

and that God is just a wind 

pushing love through the door. 


August 26, 2014


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