enchanted angst

How do you not have a god that you disagree with? You're telling me you don't argue with him? You don't knock and knock and demand to understand  the discrepancy of this tragic life? How do you not have a god that you can wrestle with? I meet Him on the mat so often, It is my sanctuary The altar where we emerge both bloody from our duel living, writhing sacrifices. Your god doesn't have scars from you? You don't have a limp from Him? You call Him holy, other, unique, and yet there is no difference Between your opinions and His Are you sure your god isn't just yourself? You talk about fear of the Lord But there is no fear like facing the vastness between His doings and our desires And plunging straight in.