Three Dollars Worth of God
“I’d like to buy three dollars’ worth of God, please.
Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk
or a snooze in the sunshine.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want the warmth of the womb, not a rebirth.
I want a pound of the eternal in a paper sack.
I’d like to buy about three dollars’ worth of God, please.”