Just another blanket

I get tired of blanket statements

Even if they’re meant to comfort

God is love

Such a cozy idea, wraps you up

In downy feathers from a dove

It’s really just a fitted sheet, stained

Stretched too tight, ready to pop off

Uncovering all those nasty nuances

People don’t want to acknowledge

God is love

Sometimes I believe it, feel it, trust it

Until I listen to His salesmen,

The ones working on commission

Hawking their wares from strip malls

Next to mattress outlets and fireworks

Spirit Halloween and the Holy Spirit

Wedded in cheap rent

And seasonal participation

God is love

Made in his image, with a broken mirror

Cracks in the temple and the windows

All the way down to the soul

Broken shards and missing pieces

Seeking others just as broken, to feel whole

Or just fill in the cracks for a while

Maybe we’re not a reflection

We’re the negative and god hasn’t

Developed the roll

God is love

Love is patient, Love is kind

Love is fickle, Love is blind

Love means never saying you’re sorry

Neither does an abusive father

Unless he wants something

Did He say sorry to the children

Of Sodom and Gomorrah?

Dead faces with salty tears

Pressed against his pearly gates

Because their parents wouldn’t learn

Love is God

Maybe the ancients misheard

Wrote it down backwards

Because my child’s laughter

As they slip their fingers

Into my callous hands

Covers me with faith and hope

Even if I know

It’s just another blanket