I start with a tree, a coat, and a frog
No coupons there
But a yearning for God
Who can’t always be seen
He’s mostly known through a fog
By the back,
By those who will flog
In His name; Now your name in a log
In a cabin that’s poor
Where you’ll hog
Books and dreams and launch a monologue
That will end
In a field, at an address: Boom!
There starts the dialogue
Between you – the white ghost –
And me – the girl from the smog.
Because you know the Truth:
The Facts, the Dates, the Experts
But I know that Moses defeated Og
And that God speaks in stories
He doesn’t blog.