We crave celebrity.
We want to be heard
But what if God is all those things?
What if He is irresistible?
So He comes in disguise…
Blue collar guy
So we have a choice to love Him
Undazzled by all these marks of a king
We see only the naked broken
our collective broken
I parse this down for the crazy woman
You will meet in the parking lot
Where the carts are mere flocking birds
To tell you
do not miss this
God with all the cities of the world
In His Eyes