She

This God who is a man

A god of thunder and revelation

And immortality for those

Who toe the line and endure to the end

A God who loves, punishes, saves, instructs

And knows everything; a God who whether
approached by kneeling, standing or sitting
demands a straight back and a humorless face
when lending an ear

Wouldn’t a She do just as well?

A she who understands and non-judges and

Raises no bars to be jumped over

But lovingly licks every inch of our souls

and makes salvation taste as sweet as pie?

See also  City of Slaughter by Haim Nahman Bialik

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