But Ruth said, “Entreat me not to leave you or to return from following you; for where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your God my God… (Ruth 1:16, RSV)
I have no god to call my own nor thoughts
of attributes I’d need to choose to make
my god. So should I start by casting lots?
Select endearing, needed traits to take
as elements required to plot a scheme,
a diagram of strength, my god remake?
I cannot vocalize my own heart’s dream
for truth be told I know no god design,
can’t feel the presence, dare to deem
my own creation now a deity.
Bill’s friend suggests we choose conceptions we
design, original to us, to be
recipient of our devotion’s plea.
And yet I can’t come up with such a thing.
And when I think of gods that would agree
with fuzzy thoughts of powers to whom I’d bring
my prayers, my hopes, my loyalty, my being,
I picture you as one whose life does sing
the song I crave, the god I need — so freeing.
I want the peace you have. The god you serve.
Your god I choose, adopt, embrace, believing
that such a god I’ll serve, without reserve.
