I sat sullen and surly,

reciting a rosary of resentments

when You,

who never stop at anything,

who act outrageously and without restraint,

when You,

who conjured up ants and elephants,

made Sarah laugh and teased Abraham,

when You,

who insist on sending unlikely messengers,

 engage in midnight wrestling matches,

and built your church on three-time deniers,

when in You burst,

flinging at me a letter,

knowing full well how much I loved

that old show, “The Millionaire”.

In You burst,

interrupting my counting and recounting

and holding accountable

all those who let me down,

did not come through,

hurt and betrayed me.

In You burst with that letter,

knowing how secretly I have longed

to receive money through the mail,

unearned, undeserved, and unexpected,

like Your crazy, wild, unrestrained

and wholly preposterous

love.

                                                                                                                                                                                      JDG, December1994