Your god seems vengeful,
while mine is green and generally ignores me.
Your god has an old testament fury
and new testament love,
while mine loses its leaves each Autumn
only to grow them back in Spring.
Your god directs the four horsemen
to run errands and deliver messages,
while mine houses an assortment
of birds and animals who do their own thing.
Your god blocks the entrance into heaven
with pearly gates, Saint Peter and graded tests,
while mine will draw me into herself
and makes me part of her body
whether I am planted into the earth,
drop dead upon the ground or enter the sky as smoke.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney