I'm walking with God
down Garly Avenue
and wondering if God's aware
of what I'm thinking.
Cos I wanna say "I'm ready, God,
to properly commit to you,
to ask you out,
to share a pot of tea per morning,
to buy a place together,
to buy a vacuum cleaner
that's ours".
But I don't say this. Not yet.
It's not cos I'm scared that God
will shoot me down.
I'm concerned that God has other
plans for us,
like wilderness,
and soul stretched out
and nailed
to cross after cross,
and assemblies of re-birthing pains.
Yer, like, God don't really do the
cuddles-after-work
kinda thing.
I know that much is true,
for we've been casual up to now,
God and I.
But look,
that's really why I'm into God.
God's different like that,
and we both can tell
just how this ends.
