The divine? I believe in a god who roller skates.
Make him a man if you must. Give him a white beard, but put nachos on his breath. Make him love loud guitars and desperate singers. Give him a wide, toothy smile that shines when the disco ball scatters the room into tiny pieces.
That’s a place where we can worship.
So happy we close our eyes. We end up on our assess. We find ourselves on our knees.
This too is a holy space. This too is a chance to save the world.
And I want to be holy and I want to be human. Two sides of a coin growing smooth and warm in our pockets and we make the loop one more time.