On being owed a miracle.

I make a better God than yours.
I’d have stepped in. I’d have stopped it.
I’d kill the bastard who started it.
I wouldn’t have just watched, felt bad,
waited for the ends to justify the paths
I created, or I allowed, or I walked
with you (whatever makes you feel better).

I make a better God than yours and
Christians will say that’s an excuse
for not believing but I say
God is their excuse to believe,
rather than know things that are
excruciating to know,
(whatever makes you feel better)
and all the unbearable unknown.

melissa suarez