God is Salt

I love stickers.

I run everything through my sticker maker.

I forced my flip flops through,

then a starfish,

a river of my hair,

a beach chair.

 

My scrapbooks brim with beaches, ballerinas

and heart attacks.

 

What won’t you run through my machine?

What won’t you laminate and stick with me?

Is God hovering just above the water restless?

 

God is salt.

He is always salt.

He fills the sea with delight,

cleans the air,

sows the fields.

 

He giveth.

He taketh away.

He notices neither.