When God is just an abstract noun
we cram the floating word
with metaphors, provisos, parallels,
pro bonos, caveats, and dreams –
with fluff not concrete, yet
it tumbles right out of the sky.
When God means whatever,
God is a word to beware.
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Rachel McAlpine
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 
I love this
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Thank you. It’s been a lonely poem until now.
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Well it was a pleasure to read and I’d happily keep it company 🙂
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Enigma? Or stigma? Sorry. I can’t quite make it out.
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Daniel, I just discovered your comment — so sorry I missed it! No stigma, just a meditation on the many ways we use this word.
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