Rhonda Johnson On the Wings of a Wild God The religious people put a saddle on God A bit, bridle, reins and spurs Kicked His side to shuttle to and fro On the track of human certitude He roared and stomped a quake into the Earth Many people died They said "As a horse you are a failure Perhaps you don't exist" The religious people urge me to get on the track Lest I fall prey to dangerous freedoms Slipping off the narrow spine of their decrepit horse I grasp at the reins I yearn for a rule I've committed a great sin What can I buy? I hurry to scurry But I do not find Him Until I am still with nothing that I can do And not a fig leaf to my name Only a core of hot anger and cold knowledge Pain clouds raining in between He, untamed and unfettered Touches me He goes where religion's illicit morality cannot I rise up on His wings In the wind His free mane Whips away my tears one by one