Sitting in the park, trying to think of God,

I’m trying to ignore the smell of dog shit

     That’s sitting right behind me.

I’m trying to write about Love

     The Love that comes from God.

But every time the breeze dies down,

     All I can do is smell the dog shit,

    That’s sitting right behind me.

I want to meditate on the experience of God

But all I can smell is dog shit.

    It’s sitting right behind me.

So where is God?

It’s gonna suck if He’s in the dog shit,

     And You’re sitting right behind me.

 

          Amen.

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