My God! Poem by Eric Cockrell

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why would you believe
in a God that you're afraid of?
that judges harshly, prefers
one group of people over another?

that you have to pretend for?
that you have to deny your humanity for?
that you have to hide from?
tell me why!

my God smells like rain,
thunders, with flashes of lightning.
whispers like the wind
blowing through the leaves.

runs like the river over the cliff.
caws with the crows, howls with the wolves,
mates with the deer, falls like darkness
on the tired and weary...

wipes dirt and excrement from the body
of the malnutrated child....
takes the gun from the hand
of the man bent with rage....

holds the broken and dying
in arms always open...
gives a hand to the fallen,
loves beyond reason,

without condition, without stop!