We remember the Loving Mother
and the Father the All-Mighty
looming large in an infant’s eyes.
For each girl-woman makes the God
she craves and needs – then kneels
before Him and says, “Oh, please!”
And each boy-man makes himself
a Goddess that he wishes,
giving a Mother’s hugs and kisses.
And older men and women tend
to make our gods with
wrinkled brow and constant pout.
Still we always make our gods
to look a lot like me and you –
one head, one mouth, two eyes.
But the god of songbirds flies,
and the gods of all the fishes
must swim through ocean skies.
The god of cattle may be a bull,
or just maybe it’s a cow –
I can’t hope to settle that now.
God laughs? Not on your life!
The joke’s on us – but I’m told
She’s heard this joke before!