God never stays where I put him.
I’d swear I latched him
around my neck this morning
but by teatime
I saw him in the park
playing chess with a homeless guy.
I carried him to the weekly prayer meeting
but he must have slipped out
when I opened my bag
at the grocery store till.
I set a place for him there at dinner
but when the food arrived
his chair was vacant.

I just don’t know what to do
with a God
who has a mind of his own.


PAD in November

For today’s prompt, write an opening poem. Stories have openings. Caves have openings. Even conversations have openings. Pick an opening and use that as an opening to write your poem today.

I opened my bag!  🙂