we go expecting God
and instead we get
a bunch of lousy, good fer’ nuthins
no better than us
rotten, stinking cheats and liars
wearing the same damn masks we do

so we run…we run and we hunt
looking for this damned God
but we keep finding more people




till we want to weep and scream
and finally maybe just give up
because we can’t see
that God’s in the patience we show,
the forgiveness we offer,
the tolerance of our own filthy shit
that we see covering our neighbour…

God’s unseen between the lines
because we don’t like looking there –
it’s too much like looking in a mirror