Tired of God
photography & poetry © katy owens
Sometimes I’m tired
of a God who just cares
As the world dissolves
in pain, injustice, and tears
I demand to know
where God’s been all these years
And with every
Where are you God?
The answer always an infuriating
I’m right here with you
And sometimes I’m tired
of a God who is just with us
I want more
I want what I deem as better
I want action and grand displays of power
from the stable-born humble babe in a manger
Come down from that cross and
PROVE YOU ARE GOD
they taunt while silent Jesus
surrenders spirit and dies
He invited our violence, met insatiable power-thirst
with radical display of surrendered power and love
Prove yourself, I continue to demand
Your mere presence doesn’t show it enough
And he looks me in the eyes, says
kill me, in three days I’ll rise
But God don’t you know they see you so poorly
And I scream for great displays of glory
from a God with no need
to satiate their ego
And humble human killed-on-a-tree Jesus is here
God with us. God with you. God with me.
