he's got the whole wide world

we try to define
god
in human terms.
an old man with
a white beard,
wise beyond
comprehension, but
he's a jealous god
in a glowing robe
speaking in
a loud booming
voice with
lighting bolts
held high
in each hand.
and yet, we say,
he's a loving god.
he loves
us beyond measure.
he watches over
us, keeps us
from harm.
look at those sunsets,
the blue
sweet cold of
glaciers.
the mountains and
forests
full of life.
look at the way
the ocean keeps at
it, wave after
wave of impossible
beauty.
all of that is good
you think,
but it's the lightning
bolts
that hold your
interest and worries
you.