GOD DWELLS IN YOU

GOD DWELLS IN YOU

A POEM FROM MY WRITING AUCTION, FOR HEATHER

Heather, God likes your smile.

God sees your smile and he smiles to himself, he thinks,

Dang. That’s some of my best work. 

Heather, God dwells in you.

Even in your pinky toes.

Our impish God stubs himself just to remind you where he’s at

and that he dwells in you.

Heather, God acts in you.

Seriously, God loves to act.

He helps you learn your lines and he performs with you.

I made all of this for her, he thinks,

and she delights in it again and again, 

she rehearses it, she rehearses my work. 

Heather, God needs you.

Ours is a lonely God and he needs you.

He needs your homemade muffins and secret soup recipe,

he needs you to come over and gossip about life

cuz he’s been cooped up all week.

Heather, God suffers for you.

He waits to pick you up but you don’t show.

He looks at old pictures of the two of you together.

He thinks about texting you again

but he doesn’t wanna keep bothering you.

Heather, God dies for you.

He hangs on a tree and calls your name. He says,

Abba, she didn’t know. 

He takes his last breath with your name on his lips.

Heather, God lives for you.

He is an eternal puppy waiting to jump all over you

when you come home.

He is a husband protecting your house.

He is risen just to see your smile again.

He thinks,

There she is. There’s my best work.