The God Thing
Most of us tell God we love Him
The way a 12-year-old boy
Tells a girl he’s soft on her –-
By making a big deal
Of pushing her away
Whenever he's around his friends.
Most of us look for God
The way we look for food
In a half-empty refrigerator –-
Every five minutes we open the door:
Searching for the miracle of the loaves,
Blind to the miracle of the left-overs.
Most of us come to God
The way a fed-up wife
Drives to a gas station
After her idiot husband got them lost --
Never realizing that God
Like a smart woman
Will never give us the time of day
Unless He thinks our weakness is attractive.