I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please. <br />Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, <br />but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. <br />I don't want enough of him to make me love a black man, or pick beets with a migrant. <br />I want ectasy, not transformation. I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth. <br />I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack. <br />I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.<br /><br />Selina Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-00-worth-of-god/
