• Life

    I Will Not Serve A God (Refreshed)

    I will not serve a God of vengeance For whom justice burrows path For the scales may well turn on me And submit me to hot wrath I will not serve a God of joy Promises of pleasures boast For full of joy my gut will burn And I’ll get sick with champagne toasts I will not serve a God of wealth Who might deliver fortunes, still My desires can’t be numbered And power binds a slave to kill I will not serve a God of nations Of tradition, God of tribe I’d keep rules and build tall fences And break sacred human ties “Who am I that you’d be mindful—”…

  • God,  Life,  Love,  Theology

    Grabbing, Eating, Dying

    It would have been me anyway. If we made it this far in the garden, and no one had eaten the fruit. I’d be the one to walk up to that tree. Knowledge of Good and Evil would mean nothing, and I’d want to know why. I rose my hand to ask things I wasn’t supposed to ask from an early age, I might as well have grabbed some fruit while it was up there in the air. Because the snake asked what was there already… what did God say and what did it mean? And I wonder if Adam heard it, too. Maybe even first. But his fidelity to Order,…

  • Life

    A Part and a Partner

    It wasn’t even half an acre of land, but it had our name to it and the acreage stretched when the shoreline waned because somebody decided to drain the lake or we didn’t get enough rain that year. It was my favorite patch of dirt and rocks and grass on the planet. I knew it like a friend; preferred sore feet from jagged rocks and brittle shelled oak leaves to wearing shoes because you don’t wear shoes where God meets earth. But I wasn’t a terrified Moses. I was Jesus in the temple. I knew where I belonged. Here was the tall grass we stamped down to make houses and…