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?