A god that does not
nor cares to
walk upon the shore of a vast sea,
breathing in the salty air,
relishing what he himself
made
is not worth a prayer.
A god who does not buckle on
scabbard and mail
to go before his children
to seek his enemies upon the field,
foes for the slaughter,
is not worth a lighted candle.
A god who does not stand
at the tomb of whom he loved
and weep
is worth no devotion of any kind.
A god who does not taste
or breathe, or hate
who does not curse, or love
or serve, nor cares to
is a god worth mere disdain
no more than mockery
is no God at all.
Locusts and Wild Honey 