Two estimable gentlemen across from me at the coffee shop
are alternating between a discussion of the Holy Spirit
and how many more air strikes Obama would need to undertake
against ISIS to prove that he’s really against them.

It’s enough to make me wonder whether
I want to have anything to do with this idea of God at all.

Then a man leaning heavily on a cane approaches
I vacate my seat and move my work outside
knowing that God — not the idea of God — is with me
and I don’t need to worry today
about what others might do in His name.