One of the ways I know God’s voice when he talks to me is it pisses me off. ~ heard at sponsorship workshop

The god I’ve worshipped…well,
paid vocal homage to…
most of my life was logical,
rational, sensical…
a god of my own heart.
Because that’s where he started,
where he stayed. It’s that outside voice,
even when you hear it within,
that communicates to you as
the real Will of God. Even if
you name that god something else…
HP, Howard (as in Howard be thy name),
GUS (as in Guy Upstairs) or demiurge
that’s the one who’s real, who interacts,
who speaks to you if you’ll take time to hear.
That’s the god I asked – way back,
August, 1969 – to pick a choice
between the two before me.
And it was God.
I know because I’d have chosen the other.
And looking back I know it was right
even if it looks on a map of my life
like a rabbit trail. It was
an educational rabbit trail at that.