Give me a God
who's a little bit odd,
    who strays a bit south of convention,
a God made of parts
of old broken hearts,
    a God of unnerving invention.

I want the Divine
to stray from the line
    and shrug off our tight expectation,
a puzzle to some,
a scandal who comes
    to those who prefer straight dictation,

a God undefined,
who sips at the wine
    of kindness and starlight and laughter,
who dances at night
in reckless delight
    and promises sweet ever-after.

Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.