Woke up Sunday morning, you remember
I stared into my mirror and saw God. She
stared back and smiled widely and opened
her robe to my insatiable calls for love. Amply
her breasts greeted my eyes. “You see what
you see,” She said. “But you do not hear my dear.”
My chin dropped, my eyes died, and angels sang.
Then and only then did I realize that God was truth.
Her truth wounded me, my truth left me lost and lonely,
so it goes with God. She speaks only what the world hates, peace.