Give me a God
who's a little bit odd,
who strays a bit south of convention,
a God made of parts
of old broken hearts,
a God of unnerving invention.
I want the Divine
to stray from the line
and shrug off our tight expectation,
a puzzle to some,
a scandal who comes
to those who prefer straight dictation,
a God undefined,
who sips at the wine
of kindness and starlight and laughter,
who dances at night
in reckless delight
and promises sweet ever-after.
Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.