Eating Out and Saying Grace
There we all were, around the table while
my oldest son offered up his prayer
once more to the God he creates,
as I have done those years ago,
when all of us could squeeze that venerable
omniscient glory into one (rather noisy)
We, loving each other, held hands of course,
never murmering dissent--I asked myself,
"Why not?" there was a god somewhere.
No! Not "a" god... there was GOD! (damn it)
and no "where" that I could place.
Not a thing, no superanimal, NOTHING
I might ever think about. How dare I?
I'm thankful. I do agree each one of us
should be. To whom, you say?
Even if we trust that every paramecium
will be a being--what of that?
God is a being, too? Sorry.
Much too big for that.
My tablemates might wonder
just what brand of faith I claim.
Beloved, I have no religion left in me.
We may, of course acknowlege God
as we acknowlege us; we are the same.
Is there an "us?"
The fries are so