they tell me to pray
to get on my knees at my bedside  
and weave words like spells
to invoke a God I am not sure I wish to know
a God that hides in overpriced church pews and stuffy robes,
entrenched in pointless formalities
an untouchable God without a face
or rather, with a face that too closely resembles the hubris of the men who wished Him into being
no, that is not my God
if I believed in God, Id believe she was a woman
if we were created in her image it only makes sense
women are the makers
if I believed in God, I would not find Her in the sin of my bed
or in the closed and harsh trappings of a chapel
no, I would find Her on the water
in the grass beneath my feet
I would feel her in the sand
in the wind on my face and the sun on my skin
If I believed in god, Id say the web of my words wouldnt matter
because She knows my intent
if I believed in God I would pray with my face to the sky, a soft smile to my words as I conversed with Her as an old friend
if I believed in God
Id thank Her for today,  
there is no use in begging favors, for She has given enough
if I believed in God Id say I hope She has a plan because Im not sure I understand
if I believed in God
Id take my morning coffee on the porch, sit on the stoop and listen as Her world turns around me, so I can revel in the beauty of Her creations
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