God in a bag

God will not be contained.

Sometimes we think

We have God in a bag,

A reusable bag,

Of course.

We can take him anywhere;

We can take her

Anywhere.

We can shop the shelves

Of the finest store

With mangoes and kiwis.

We can shop

The local store

Which carries mostly things

Like Spaghettios.

When we look in our bag

God is not there

God was never there

And of course

God was always there,

Nestled among the mangoes and kiwis

And Spaghettios.

We bring God home

In our reusable bag

And find

She is already there,

At home.

He is already there,

At home.