On God.

I fear that I am losing God
deliberately
forcing a life preserver to
fall from the clouds
like manna
to be chewed up and swallowed down
and eventually mocked
by desert voices
that cry out for more because it's never
enough
and I fear that my needs won't be
met by
Your perfect hands that
supposedly hold me close and tight
because I can't feel the warmth
of the people that claim your
name and
force confessions and throw guilt
around like insults
when all I want is to be
me.