"I think what we all seek is God. Not the God in the sky; not the wrathful God of the Israelites; not the human God of the Garden. Maybe not that God, but a God upon which we can lean. The God that is our pillar in weakness, our guiding lighthouse, our grip upon which we hold.

God is our mother and father and sister and brother.

God is the church and

the silence and

the earth and

the spirit and

the guilt and

the fuck and

the syringe.

God is that knot between the heart and the throat that catches when fathers beat their sons, when mothers tear down their daughters, when sisters die and brothers kill their fathers.

God is weakness.

The God that we laud, the selfish God of Moses, the malevolent God of Job, the arrogant God of Qohelet—he, fuck him, he is an imposter.

My God is the hollow of mother’s shoulder where I cry and cry and cry and cry and cry.

That God is where I lean."