I found you

 God, my dear..is not hiding in  rules..my love..

Nor  is he in piety, ritual, penance, holy books and mores ..

He hides in plain sight…yes he does..my love..

The world tries to judge.. us as  angels and whores..

Right and wrong..jealousy and desire..love and lust

Truth and Lies,  ephemeral and permanence....

Says all is not real and all is illusion and dust...

In all these contradictions.. that make not mortal sense

I found my god, in my moments vulnerable, love..

When I chose to love ..with all abandon..vulnerable 

I found God.. I found you..my love..

In the humble acceptance of what I am only capable 

That I am both love and lust..an angel and a whore

I am human and flawed and not a moral parable ..

And yet in the very contradiction, I stress no more..

For it is he who made me so.. My god and his love..

That made us and the world so…