Give God A Ride!

we have spent centuries running from gods, and making sacrifices to our own fears! afraid of death, and so afraid to live, we race maddened to the flame. trying to conceive an ideal, afraid to see, to touch, the reality before us! god looks alot like the people we're bombing, smells like the homeless man in the alley, weeps with the hungry into an empty bowl! you want to touch the sacred? touch the stranger, the orphaned child, the addict and the prisoner... the one you bury, the ones you send to war. take a deep breath, you can smell the desire... of the lover, the planter, the poet, and the thief! stop, and give god a ride, even better, an ear!