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—”
But Love interrupts my thought
“You’re my daughter so I’m mindful
I’m so sorry you forgot.

I never left and never will
I’ve seen all you have faced
And I’ll take on any form you need
To trust me in this place.”

So I will serve a God of Love
Whose heart is here among us
Whose borders, ever open
Invite the faithful and forgotten

I will follow Love past lines
Deep in the wilderness
And dance around great fires
Sisters built in holy rest

I’ll join Love’s song recalling
The sordid tale of our birth
I’ll lean on brother’s harmonies
And together find our worth

And we will call out loud with Love
To our people not yet free
“You are welcome by our fires!
Come sing and dance with Me!”

Love’s wild ones know darkness
We agree to never hide
Instead we borrow courage
From each other’s hands held tight

Love gathers close and solemn,
One stern command to learn:
“We will wait for all to join us.”
For that’s the God I serve.

This is a refreshing of this post, originally shared January 4, 2017