The Way You Are.

My God

Does not sit upstairs

door locked

shaking their head at me

or anyone else

playing technicalities bingo

on a yellowed scorecard

Propped up on the back of a 

hymnal

My God does not

deny me

the desires of my

Heart;

The sea of emotions that they’ve

delicately woven

into my soul

are not

forbidden fruit-

Their only disappointment

is when I

turn my back to the ocean.

My god is not afraid

of the inside of saloon

doors,

they never left me sitting

on that barstool

alone

but rather held my hair back

as I tearfully worshipped the toilet,

offering me their flannel sleeve

to wipe the snot from my nose.

My God does not seek my worship

through an insatiable

human ego

but rather basks

in my reverence of them 

through a gentle hum while conducting the rituals of

morning coffee,

my awe at the wind strumming the chimes outside,

a knowing smile at a stranger,

my excitement at the invisible

Powerful

Thunder booming

Through their laughter.

My God sits with me watching

hours of Netflix,

combs their fingers through my hair

when I’m feeling like I’m

alone in being 

Me-

alone in the human 

experience. 

They whisper

Through kindred spirits

and echo

through the depths of my being

“It’s ok honey,

I just want you.

Dark and light

And messy and complicated. 

Just the way you are.”