My God speaks to me in birdsong,
In waves of grass,
Rustling leaves,
And a feather falling to ground.
You speak for your God
In booming voices,
Condemning your lost children,
The ones you yourselves have cast out.
You say your God will love me
If I do what you say –
But what does God say?
I cannot hear him from your yawping.
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