If I Were to Make God 

If I were to make god, he would be terrifying, his eyes would be red and glowing like embers.

If I were to make god, his hands would be claws, his hair would be flowing out behind him against a rabid wind, his feet would be cloven, his teeth would be sharp and pointed and he would go after evil and evil doers in every corner of the universe.

If I were to make god, he would not be tolerant, would not be full of love and compassion or be patient with evil. No, not for a moment.

If I were to make god, he would tear faces, arms and legs off, he would create havoc, he would scare even the most callous of men.

If I were to make god, and he was all seeing, all knowing, all present, all powerful, he would not allow for children to be pent up in closets, shaken, slapped, burned, nor dogs to be on chains, people to be starving, and our species to be so hateful.

If I were to make god, he would be too busy cleaning out the temples, the churches, the synagogues to have time to count every hair on every person’s head.

If I were to make god, he would to be too busy getting rid of the money changers, the whoremongers, the warmongers to see every bird that fell from the sky.

If I were to make god, then you would know what love is.