Being told we are made in
the image of God, we imagine:
the foot that walks beside,
the hand that reaches out,
the fingers and the touch
and the change of place,
the grace of one descending,
the image of a man,
the form of one who sits upon a throne
with a face that shines upon us
and words to gather round,
with flesh and blood and
a body to embrace.
It is this God that we imagine,
this God we wear around our necks,
that leads to arguments and war,
but I will believe there is a better God than
this God of blind design, a greater God
than mortals can conceive.
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