I ran into God last night at the bar.
I asked, “What’s up? Why you hangin’ out here?”
He told me he’d come to play the guitar
and sing us a song as we drank our beer.
We chatted a while then he took the stage
and asked, “How y’all doin’? Ready to rock?”
God was a poet -a lyrical mage
who had us all spellbound, slack-jawed, in shock.

Words of beauty and love He crooned all night;
whispery ballads that filled us with peace;
soul-wrenching odes of salvation and might.
I joyously prayed it would never cease.
The crowd was in awe, enraptured, and when
God’s set was finished, we all said, “Amen.”