107 words for God

When I was a child

I prayed

first to God

then to the Lord

then to my

own

head

confused by what the names meant

and not quite certain

my own thoughts

weren't

holy

I am not sure

what I prayed for

what troubled

my privileged

pattern

of anxious

attachment

so much

that when I sat down to pee

I fumbled

through

this liturgical

litany

and,

if I had learned

then

that my own

thoughts

could save

me

maybe I would

not

have

needed

to

rely

on

You

and,

if there

is a savior

or even his son

would they

too

be threatened

by

my

good

ideas?