My God is the Ground

I don’t think God exists.

At least not one who sits on a throne beyond the clouds

while people reach out from the ground

their fingertips never even coming close.

Not one who commands you to your knees

who calls for you to be meek and small

when there is so much Divinity in Dancing in the Dirt

In swimming naked in the moonlight

In grass stains on your back.

Control is the opposite of holiness

because Freedom is the nature of the world

growing vines

flowing tides

a single leaf carried on the wind

I will not submit to a god

who demands you live in a prison of your own making

My God isn’t just on the ground

She is the Ground

where I can firmly plant my feet

upon which I can run

to all that I love

unafraid and unchained

because Soul is the only thing that matters.