In the love of a man and a woman is the look of God looking.
Now is then's only tomorrow.
Do I not deal with angels When her lips I touch.
Gentle and giving-all the rest is treason.
The best hope is that one of these days the ground will get disgusted enough just to walk away - leaving people with nothing more to stand on than what they have so bloody well stood for up to now.
The question is not: do we believe in God? but rather: does God believe in us? And the answer is: only an unbeliever could have created our image of God; and only a false God could be satisfied with it.